Well. My grand plan to avoid fecal responsibility today: FAIL.

They saved it for me. Mel tagged me out on one of them though, which reduced my exposure by half- oh WAIT, but I took my OWN portable shit factory with me today (The Jackenator) so not really. At one point I threw my son in the bathtub and handed him a washcloth because seriously. How much doodoo can a woman face in a day?

Jack showed his appreciation for Mel’s freshly scrubbed bathtub by shitting in it.