There is nothing like an explosive diaper all over your kid, yourself and a shopping cart to remind you that you haven't quite reached SuperMom status. I don't think the gagging 4 year old helped either.
Then, to top it off, when I arrive home to deal with the disaster, I realize that I was so busy trying to not get crap all over the carseat, that I had left the $84 worth of painting supplies and my PURSE in the cart. Which was sitting in the parking lot at Rona. So, instead of unloading the stinky kid, I had to drive him, SCREAMING back to the store. Thank God nobody had touched it. Although, if you had seen a cart full of poop, would you bother trying to get to the purse?