Why is it that every Sunday morning ends up being like a Chinese fire drill? Have you ever noticed this phenomenon?
I've learned some lessons along the way. Every Saturday night I lay out clothes for myself and Jojo. Actually, two for Jojo - and I've learned to never dress him until right before we leave, otherwise he is certain to spit up, drool milk, or "make a fountain" as boys are prone to do. I make sure the diaper bag is packed and ready to go.
But somethings you just can't plan for.
Yes, that is PEE.
At least he's cute.