The diaper incident that will haunt me forever
So my son had a blowout at target last week and it went EVERYWHERE. I'm talking up his back, down his legs, on my favorite shirt. I just stood there in the middle of the aisle looking like a disaster while other parents gave me those sympathetic nods. My wife won't let me live it down. She keeps saying 'at least you didn't go to work with it on your shoulder' but like... I almost did.
Oh no. The Target blowout is like a rite of passage at this point. Did you have to just abandon the cart and leave? I'm still scarred from a similar incident at Costco last year.
This is what keeps me up at night as a new dad. How bad was cleanup? Did you have supplies in the car or did you have to improvise?