It had been so nice. Megan and Jeremy were playing well together and with the other kids at the park. It was a beautiful day, blue sky, pretty light clouds, nice breeze.
And it all had to end because Emma stank pretty bad. We then took ourselves into the library to change her. Well, if there is a baby changing station in the bathroom, it must have been located in the handicapped stall, which was occupied. So I took the kids into the vestibule (is that the right word?) area and proceeded to change Emma on the floor.
The poop had gone all the way up her back and to her neck. Her clothes were disgusting (a white, really cute onesie was destroyed and accidentally forgotten on the library's bathroom sink, ew). I had to take all her clothes off and as soon as I did, she peed. All over her legs, feet, and the floor. I yelled for Megan and Jeremy to bring me paper towels. This library apparently doesn't use paper towels, only hand driers. So I asked them to bring me "lots of toilet paper." Want to know what they brought back to me?
It looked like this.