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Congrats to my parents who braved Chick-Fil-A today. It was a zoo. There was a mommy group there, an after-production preschool party and then there were all the regular miscellaneous people and their kids.

I have to commend my kids, too. They were very well behaved (especially for them). They ate their lunches and played well with the other kids.

Midway through our CFA experience today, Troy and her little boys joined us. After the excitement of meeting up died down a little, the kids went off to play while Troy and her littlest (not counting the newbie in the oven) sat down to eat. I offered to take the baby so she’d have her hands free to eat her own meal. Oh, and because I like holding the baby.

Carsten sucked away merrily at his bottle while sitting on my lap. We were nice and comfy, and I chatted away with my parents and Troy. After a few minutes Bergen (and therefore Luke) announced a need to use the bathroom. Troy took them. Sw-e-e-e-e-e-t! I’d much rather have a baby on my lap than take two boys to the potty.

Unless, of course, said baby is sh*tting on me.

As Troy and the boys headed back to our table, I felt a warm, wet sensation creeping along the tops of my thighs. “I think he just peed on me,” I told Troy. “Really?” She said.  “Nah,” she said confidently as she picked him up off my lap.

We both looked down and saw…

Globs of poop. On my right thigh. On my left thigh. On the floor.

Nice.

Troy handed me a fist full of wipes so I could clean myself up while she headed off with Carsten to get him taken care of.

Not thrilling, but also not a huge deal. Remember… I have four. I have been shat on before.  I’m sure I will be shat on again.

But, I swear, what is it with that place??? I think most of my children have had poop incidents at the Chick-Fil-A here.

Once, Dan bravely offered to take our three (at the time) children to CFA for breakfast so I could sleep in. Disaster. When he went to collect everyone from the play area he found Jack squatting behind Maria, pants down, mid-poop.

Another time (when I was in the hospital with Sam) Dan took The Other Three to CFA for lunch. It was Maria, that time, who chose the play area for her dumping ground. Fortunately, Maria was still in diapers. Unfortunately, Dan didn’t have a diaper bag with him (or, apparently a trashcan) so everyone showed up at the hospital with Maria half-naked and the van stinking to high heaven.

So, anyway, here’s to Carsten. My newest poop buddy. We’re bonded together forever now. (What say we hold our yearly anniversaries some place other than Chick-Fil-A.?)