We've decided to spare you from a photo, but picture this... I'm holding Casey this morning - we are belly to belly, his chin above my shoulder. He is quietly checking things out when I feel the rumble of a bowel movement. He didn't struggle with it, and it didn't seem like a bad one, i.e. I didn't think he blew out his diaper. I went to lay him down with Carrie figuring that he had to eat, and noticed that the front of him was covered in poo. How this happened, I do not know, but I do know that I too, was covered with a streak of poo down my chest. Oh, and I wasn't wearing a shirt.