There must be a Murphy's Law that says: "When you are dressed to the nines, that is when mishaps/mini disasters/poop happens."My daughter, her two children, my husband, and I had attended the Celebration of Life service for a dear friend of ours. It was exceptionally hot outside and we were anxious to get home. My husband was in the rear seat of the SUV facing our one-year-old granddaughter in her car seat. Hubby entertained the baby as she giggled having a great time with Papa.
"Why did you give her chocolate?" Hubby shouted from the rear of the SUV.
"What chocolate? I didn't give her any chocolate. William, did you give your sister some chocolate?
"MOM, it isn't chocolate. It's POO!"