Oliver and I woke up this morning and as I changed his diaper I realized that he was now wearing his last diaper, which meant I needed to go buy some. By time I got us breakfast, got some stuff down around the house and was ready to go, his diaper was a little wet so Uly told me to just put his pants on and we’ll hurry to buy the diapers. I figured why not and grabbed an extra pair of pants and out the door we went. We were debating which diapers were the best deal (Oh, the joys of being poor!) when Oliver started freaking out. He kept pointing at something on the ground and yelling “EW! UCKY! EW MOM YUCKY!” We look and what is sitting there on the floor of TARGET FOR EVERYONE TO SEE? Yup. Poop. He had pooped his pants – something that never even OCCURRED to us that would happen! – and it fell out on the floor of Target. I grabbed Oliver and took him several rows down so that he would stop his yelling of “MOMMY UCKY! EW MOMMY EWWWW!”and Uly followed me frantically searching through my purse for something to pick up the poop in. Why? Cuz I was awesome and forgot wipes at home. Yup, again. Poop in hand, we grabbed some diapers and booked it to the cash register, paid for our diapers and stuck one on Oliver as quickly as we could!
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