Ahem. You might notice I’m not wearing any pants in my carseat. You might ask, is this a fashion statement I’m making? And then you would find that, no, this is not a fashion statement. You would find that I, in fact, sh*t through my outfit not once, but twice today. I do this most every day once or twice. And you would find that my mom, who JUST finished blogging about how moms who have “arrived” always pack extra outfits, did not have an extra outfit for me today. In fact she did not have an extra outfit for me the FIRST time I sh*t myself today, and then, learning nothing from this, she did not have an extra outfit for me the SECOND time I sh*t myself today. You would think that she would have garnered a lesson from the first time this happened. Instead I am pants-less in the car. Like all the other babies with loose bowels and underprepared mothers.
Have a nice evening.