Fine Father's Day Fun

We went out to dinner last night, to a Mexican food place right down the street that is fast and cheap....the way all good Mexican food should be.

We order, and the Drew Bear is starting to get impatient in his bucket seat. He is normally fine as long as we don't just ignore him entirely. Well. Not last night. He was getting more and more vocal, so I finally caved and got him out to sit in my lap.

That's when I discovered the gobs of poo. All. Over. Him. It had soaked through his onesie and was lining the back of his bucket seat, too. Poor kiddo. No wonder he was fussing!

So, this being the kind of place with a one-seater bathroom and no changing facilities, we proceed to strip him naked right there at our booth and clean him up. Luckily, there was no one around us, because they would have been completely disgusted. And also luckily, I keep a change of clothes in every diaper bag and handy little baggies to put the offending diapers and clothes in for just such an occasion.

Of course, about the time we get him stripped down, our food arrives. It was literally less than 5 minutes after we ordered. She leaves the food at the next table so we can finish getting him cleaned up. Which we do, then proceed to sit down to our tacos and tostadas with beans and rice as if nothing had happened.

You know you are a parent when you can change a blow-out poopy diaper then eat refried beans right afterwards without even thinking about it.