Parenthood is so glamorous.
My son had a...diaper explosion...in a high chair at McDonald's last summer. The kind where I refused to even pick him up and carry him, so we pushed the chair into the bathroom, picked him up with the least contact possible, got him on the changing table where...stuff...spread everywhere.
If I had WANTED to clean a fast-food joint's bathroom, I would have applied for a job there. Oy!
But I too have wandered around for hours with child puke on me somewhere.
*sigh*