I knew my previous food entry sounded smug and sanctimonious, but I hit "publish" anyway and went on my merry way to the zoo, never dreaming that nasty beyotch karma would bite me on the ass so quickly.
Before he peed all over me and himself, Jack's face looked like this:
I was too busy polishing my Mother of the Year trophy this morning to pack any extra clothes in my 700 pound diaper bag (that did have a million crushed Goldfish, 6 Diego Band Aids, 3 Diego swim diapers, and a blanket with poop on it), so we went to this place:
and put Jack in this:
To accomplish all of these thises, I had to pull Harry off of this:
So, I had to buy him this:
to stop the tantrum.
Just when you think you have it all figured out...
Oh and me? Covered in pee all morning.