Elijah sure has great timing.
Just as I was walking out the door to take him to the clinic, I realised that there was poo on his bootie.
He had pooed with such volume and force, that it had escaped the leg of his nappy, soaked up the leg of his singlet suit, run down the inside of his cord pants and onto the heel of his bootie. Somehow he managed to get it on my jeans too.
It took a good half hour to clean up that mess.