We tried to make a brief family trip to Walmart tonight in order to obtain some Halloween supplies, so of course Miles decided the drive there would be an ideal time to unleash a massive, stinky poop. And, of course, this was the one time we had failed to bring his diaper bag.
We had just pulled into the parking lot when odious forces compelled us to turn around and head back home. As we arrived home and got out of the car, Jaclyn looked at Miles and said, “Miles?! Did you poop?!”
Miles just balled his hand up and raised it, looking for a fistbump.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 