At a family event, serving my 6-week-old Monsoon a pre-pumped bottle, I suddenly felt a warm sensation down my leg like I had peed myself.  Ack!  Had I peed myself without knowing it?!  Nope.  Monsoon had decorated me, chest to knees, in liquid poo.  I sent my brother’s girlfriend to fetch my husband.  Hubs came bursting into the bathroom like he was on fire - the girl told him our son had exploded.  We laughed til we cried, and I realized:  I am a MOTHER.  Being coated with poo will not ruin my day.  Husband gave me his shirt and we stayed at the party, anyway.