Poop Bomb!

Ford as it turns out is pretty regular when it comes to his morning constitutional. The normal routine is he goes into his jumper which is in the bathroom as I take a shower he jumps around and takes a dump. After I am done doing my thing I grab him out and head downstairs to change is diaper and get him dressed. Well last night we ran out of our normal "premium" diapers and had to use one of our standby target ones. Don't ever be fooled. There is a huge difference between a good and bad diaper. Christine and I both noticed the smell right away. "Jesus" we said Ford really stinks. After finishing getting dressed I grabbed him out of his jumper and again commented on how bad he smelled but didn't think anything of it and headed downstairs. As I put him on his changing table and started to take off his pant i immediately noticed a cold sensation on my right pinkie as I slid off his pants. To my horror I learned the reason his sh*t smelled so bad was because it had blown out of the side of his diaper and all down his leg. "Help!" I screamed to Christine as ford then grabbed a chunk o poo and started to squish it between his fingers. I almost threw up in my mouth as I tried to keep his hand out of his mouth and his leg off the changing table. It took both Christine and I (and Kingsley insisting on supervising) to get him cleaned up. "oh my god Kingsley you have fords poo on your dress" Christine exclaimed and rushed her into the bathroom to try and salvage the situation. As She scrubbed Kingsley's shirt sleeve I dumped Ford into a bath and tried to get him as sanitary as possible. All this before 7:30am. Yeah Kids!