Yep, poop happens and today it happened all over me. Baby diaper blow-out disaster. Not a pretty sight (or smell). I thought I’d share in case you don’t have your own children and have never had the joy of being poop-covered. And I was out which meant I couldn’t get changed until I got back home. I mean I always carry a change of clothes (or two) for Anya, but it never occurred to me to carry a change of clothes for me. You live and you learn!