Ummmm, not exactly. THIS is more likely the reason for the fussin’:
Ahhhhh! Say it isn’t so! Of coooourse momma put her hand in it…
“What’s all the fuss about ma?”
“Oh look, there’s daddy, this is fun!”
Emergency bath time!
I threw him on his belly to try to get his onesie off and the whole time he’s belly laughing while I’m trying to wipe poop off my hands, and keep it off my sleeves and his face. Gah!
Mr. Innocent, post bath.
Whelp, back to smelling divine. Needless to say my home cooked meal was a little jacked up :/