We went to CO with our daughter who was around 1. After spending a day in the mountains we were driving back down to my brother in laws house. We were about 5 miles to the house when I looked into the back at our daughter. She had soggy, mushed up cracker smeared all over her face and mouth. I asked hubby where she got the ritz crackers from as I realized we didn't have any in the car. I reached back and grabbed a gob of it to see what it was.

IT WAS POOP! She had explosive diahrea! (It was the exact shade of Ritz crackers.) I start freaking out and opening her mouth to see if she ate any. Hubby is driving and trying not to throw up.

We get to the house and I rush inside to put her in the tub. After I get her cleaned up we go back outside where hubby is trying to figure out how to take the stupid cover off the carseat so we can clean it. It took us nearly 2 hours to get the cover off so we could wash it.

I'm sure it was all very comical to anyone who saw. Us taking turns trying to figure out how to get the cover off while the other stood back wretching.