Pooh-Disaster

Last week a Pooh-Disaster took place. I went to change the laundry to the dryer and within that 60 seconds there was a pooh explosion. I came back and found little Stew covered in pooh. I looked at Evie and she said, "Um.. Stewie went poop." It was all over him- his shirt, his hands, his legs. Luckily, he had a pacifier in his mouth, otherwise I'm sure he would have gone in for a taste. It was everywhere. It was smeared on the baby gate, on the wall and several places on the carpet. I've never seen so much come out of one little person in my life. He knew he was busted and when I went to grab him he took off crawling and as his little bum went back and forth poop would fly out the back. It was awful. In hindsight, I should have taken a picture but in the moment all I could think about was how do I contain the mess.