The diaper blowout that changed me
So there I was, taking my 3 month old to run errands, feeling pretty confident as a dad. We're at Target and I hear this sound that I can only describe as a backed up toilet. Opened the diaper to find poop up his back, down his legs, everywhere. I'm standing there with no extra outfit, no wipes in the car, just holding this poopy baby in the middle of the store. Now I carry a full emergency kit everywhere. Lesson learned the hard way.
Welcome to fatherhood my friend. Wait until you get blowout number 47 and you're just casually wiping poop off yourself like it's nothing. You adapt.