D gave me a ring today and asked us to lunch. We had an errand to run in Alexandria, so we found ourselves at Le Gualois for lunch.
Suddenly E started to get cranky. You would too, if a POOP BOMB went off in your pants. All over his clothes, car seat, Derek's hands. It was truly an overwelmingly disgusting incident. The snooty French people at the table across from us pretended that it wasn't (and we weren't) happening. You think that incidents like this would teach me to carry a diaper bag around, right.
Yeah, not so much.
He was MUCH happier when it was all over, after I went back to the car and changed him. It's times like this that I wish I had one of those really big wrenches to crank open a fire hydrant. I'm guessing that might not have gone over very well in that section of King Street.
Below is representative of a similar explosion that happened 10 minutes before we were SUPPOSED to leave for NY last Friday.
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Oh, I have so been there...
Been there and oh doesn't it always happen while you are either unprepared (ie used the last diaper not just 5 minutes before)or at a wedding, dinner, etc...need I say more?? Get used to it...I guarantee you have not seen the last of it.
the first time carter did the ole diaper bomb, i had him out alone at joann fabrics with no diaper, no bag (what was i thinking???) just a little dress of madeleine (the tiny) and a pull up. it was carter's first (and let's hope last!) experience in drag.
it's either stilettos now, or stilettos later. That's what you tell me, Jen.
Oh dear God. I'm starting to realise why when people tell me that I like kids they always say it's because I can give them back...
come on, Martin, who needs to write a dissertation? You are ready for kids, right? Yeah, no.
I'm completely lost as to what that meant, but right now I think I'm better off writing a dissertation...
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