Yesterday was the Day 'O Bodily Fluids so I shouldn't have been surprised when I was mid way through negotiating carpet prices for our playroom at Becky's (I know, I know - I never thought I would go there either, but as they say - "Nobody beats Becky's!") and it sounded like a freight train ran into a lake somewhere in the vicinity of Lila's pants.

Both the sales guy and I continued talking, pretending to ignore it but it got louder and louder and then just to make sure there was no question as to what was going on she started producing a very exaggerated and unmistakable grunt.

And still the conversation continued, like nobody in the store was shitting their pants.

There was an internal debate as to whether I should change her there but the fact that Ellie was telling me she was done with the carpet shopping by screaming and banging her head on my chest made my decision for me.

Besides, Lila had brought this upon herself and she would just have to live with her decision. Maybe it would give her something to think about next time.

I knew when we got home that she had unleashed the beast but I was praying that the beast was at least contained in her diaper.

This is the front.

I would show you the back but I think this site would be flagged for inappropriate content. Besides, she blew a hole through the back of the car seat and I'm not sure what's even left back there.

Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to pour gasoline on the car.