I work in the child center at a gym, and today I was in the infant room taking care of half a dozen 3-12 month olds. One of the babies, an adorable 3.5-month old by the name of Caleb, had been playing in the jumperoo for over half an hour or so, and I thought he could maybe enjoy a change of scenery.
When I reached around his chest to pull him out I noticed that he had drooled an extraordinary amount, and the front of his shirt was soaked. I thought, "Huh, cute! Maybe he's teething already..." I then proceeded to pull him completely out of the jumperoo when I noticed that he was also wet and slimey on his backside.
I look down to find the poor child covered in poo from the middle of his back ALL the way down to his heels. It's ALL over him, ALL over the jumperoo, on the carpet underneath... and all over me. My first thought? "Oh no, poor kiddo! Let's page his mom so she can change him!" Then I wrapped him in a towel, set him down in a pack 'n' play, and proceeded to clean up the jumperoo. Didn't phase me one bit.
Meanwhile Eric, who was also working in the infant room with me, was audibly gagging in the background the whole time. Obviously, he doesn't have kids.
