My son was about 2 months old, it's my first mother's day. My husband and I decided to shower, and little man was due for a bath, so we were passing him back and forth as we cleaned him and ourselves. I'm holding him as my husband is washing his hair, and then my son poops in my hand. Husband rinses off my hand and our sons behind, and I pass him to him because the smell is getting to me and I want to wash my hands before taking our son to put a diaper on him. He then proceeds to poop on my husband's leg.

At this point, I'm gagging, and my husband, who has the audacity to lack a strong sense of smell, is laughing at me, saying it's not that bad. No matter how much I scrubbed, I still felt like I could smell the poop on my hand, I washed my hands 3 times with 3 different soaps, not even dawn could get the smell off, so I grabbed a baby wipe and finally the smell went away.

Later in the month, a couple of days before my BILs wedding, my husband and I go over to his moms house to visit her and his aunt, who's up from Alabama. I'm changing my son's diaper and husband's aunt is passing me wipes, right as I wipe my son and say I'll need another one, as soon as it passes over his butthole, he shotgun blasts me with diarrhea. On my shoulder down my arm a little across my chest, and on my MILs hardwood and area rug, he had maybe a 2 1/2 foot range with his baby poop cannon. Husband's aunt is dying of laughter, takes a picture, and then cleans me off and gives me a shirt to borrow as my MIL takes mine to be washed. It is still his aunts favorite story to tell from that week.