And I do mean explosion, in the truest sense of the word.

I was changing Anna’s diaper, had just gotten her cleaned up and was about to put on a fresh diaper when she started peeing. Ok, not that big of a deal — a little inconvenient but manageable. I grabbed another baby wipe and proceeded to clean that up when…

BOOM!

Major Poop Explosion. I don’t think I have enough time to list all of the things that managed to get hit; it would probably be faster to list what didn’t get hit (and I was most certainly not in the latter list).

Among the casualties included my right hand, my pants, my right shoe, a towel, the coffee table, the carpet, and the right sleeve of my Miami Dolphins sweatshirt (for which she is grounded until she is 27).

But a little carpet cleaner, and a little Febreze, and we managed to get everything cleaned up. We will however, be doing an unexpected extra load of laundry this evening.

Good times!

Children should really come with a disclaimer. Yeah, people warn you and all, but an actual official document, (preferably laminated for occasions like this) would be helpful.