The Poop Bandit Strikes Again!Roni
The scene of the crime?
Our local Mall.
After a long day of walking and shopping, I was holding Little Bean over my shoulder. He was getting tired of the carriage and I wanted to give him a new view.
While paying for a new bag, I felt the unmistakable diaper vibration on my arm.
He was pooping.
There was no doubt about it.
Within seconds, I look down to see that unmistakable yellow runny poop pooling in my hand.
It. Was. Disgusting.
And I was still in the middle of a transaction hoping, no, PRAYING the cashier didn’t notice.
I grabbed the receipt with my free hand, shoved it in my purse and jetted out of the store.
I made it to the restroom to clean up, and Little Bean and I shared a few giggles on the changing table.
On the way to the car the husband asked if any of the poop got on my shirt which lo and behold…
I didn’t even notice. How sad is that?
This has been Little Bean’s first blow out in a couple of months. It seems Poop Bandit is out on parole.