Killz's true story of the day!

It's a hot July afternoon.

You're driving down the highway in a packed SUV with your wife and children, including a baby in a car seat. You smell shite and you realize the baby has crapped her shorts but you can't stop the car until the next exit. You turn around and ask the baby, "Did you crap your pants, Hun?"

She's a baby and has no clue what you just said, but she smiles anyhow. You turn around a couple more times to check on her and that same smile is on her face - a mysterious and somewhat strange perma-smile. You laugh and say to yourself, "Yup...she definitely shite her pants."

You arrive to the next exit and pull into a gas station for a quick diaper change. You unbuckle her car seat safety harness. When you lift her out of the car seat, liquid shite cascades down both legs.

Dammit, the baby had a blowout!

The baby is playfully slapping your face, running her slimy fingers thru your beard, and holding onto your shirt. All of the sudden, you you realize shite is on the baby's hands. She's been rubbing her hands in crap for several miles and now her shite is on you. You unexpectedly gag a couple of times. You notice shite soaked into her car seat padding and you realize what that implies for the rest of the 3 hour road trip.

Everything is descending into chaos and there's very little you can do about it.