Note to self- Never take child to Walmart when he has not poo'd for 3 days.
So I took Evan with me to Walmart because the husband had a lot of school work to do, so I figured we'd give him a little quiet time. As I'm picking up flour I hear this explosion in my child's pants and I see his little face all red, so I get all excited because he's finally pooing! Then a few minutes later he's still making a red face, so I know he's got more....lo and behold another explosion. This happened a total of four times. I get to the register to check out and we are waiting in line...big surprise, right? It's Walmart! Child starts screaming! SCREAMING! I get my first, "you are an awful mother" stare from a lady in front of me, so I pick my child up to calm him down and he falls asleep in my arms. When it's my turn to start loading the belt I put him back in his car seat and I see poo coming out of his pant leg and it's all over his sock. Then I look at me and there is poo all over the front of my shirt. Awesome. So I pulled the car seat cover over him so no one would see him in poo and give me another evil stare and proceeded to check out with poo all over me because there wasn't anything I could do about it. I called Greg on the way home and told him to grab the camera and meet me by the car because he wasn't going to believe what had just happened. Good Times.