There I was last night, chilling with the baby on the couch prior to his bedtime debating if it was a bath night for him or not...
His tummy starts to rumble...hmmm...and he's making his gassy / poopy face.
Rumble, gurgle, rumble.
And, then it comes. The poop.
I thought I was in the clear till I saw the edges of the diaper start to move...I was thinking "please hold, please hold".
But - it wasn't in the cards and now I have warm liquid goo all over his leg (although not the worst it's been by far).
So, it turned into a bath night. And I just laughed. And Logan smiled.