Pride goeth before.....

It wasn't really a bad morning, just rather typical really. Things were going smoothly and I was on track to get out of the door on time to get to work. I had dressed myself in a favorite old sweatshirt that I hadn't been able to wear in awhile and happily observed that it looked pretty good now. So, the last thing to do before we go out the door, put Parker's shoes on and, of course, he has poop down his leg and on the floor and now stool. I carry him back to the changing table with his legs kicking so that we leave a trail of fling. Not a quick clean up but rather a mopping and complete outfit change. Clean up the trail. Get the shoes on finally, grab bags and out the door. Child in the car seat, I happen to look down as I reach for my door handle, and that lovely sweatshirt that I just mentioned has also been bestowed with its own measure of poop. I'm glad I'm not a swearing person because as it was Parker imitated the frustrated noise I made as I dashed back in the house to change myself.....