You laugh instead of cry as you realize your baby has pooped while in his jumperoo and has not only managed to get it all over his butt, but his legs, feet, socks, leg warmers, arms, hands, jumperoo, and the pillow under his feet as well.
You laugh instead of puke as you get poop under your fingernails while you attempt to clean him.
You laugh instead of run away as you decide to cut off the onesie rather than get poop in baby’s tightly curled hair and on his face.
You wash your hands (and his!) five times.
You still love said baby after this most nasty deed.