WARNING...may be offensive to some

Yesterday, my sister-in-law, Kelsey, and I took the kids to lunch and some shopping. We had a great time, totally needed the time out of the house, and really enjoyed the afternoon. Near the end of our day, we were winding up our shopping at Hip n Humble and then we walked down to Blue Cockatoo (BOTH excellent shops if you haven't gone). It was dark, but it is only a block between the two shops. Lilly held my hand while Max flitted from rock to grass to curb to sidewalk...jumping, rarely walking. We got into blue cockatoo and were enjoying our look around when all of the sudden we all smelled a baby. Kelsey and I checked Mabel and Lilly...no evidence. We kept smelling this foul odor. Was it the shop? Max was very vocal. "Oh my goodness, someone needs to change Lilly!" "Nope, Holy Cow...it is Mabel!!!" "Someone take care of these babies!" He was badgering us so much, we finally left. As we walked we checked the kids again, no problems!?! We were perplexed but as we walked the smell was gone so we chalked it up to the shop. As we drove home we could smell it again! I dropped Kelsey off and headed home. It was about 6:30. I could smell a poopy diaper so I knew it had to be Lilly. By Taylorsville I couldn't stand it and thought Lilly had to be uncomfortable. We stopped at Walmart to change her diaper. Max jumped into the cart, like he always does against my better judgement, (those carts are gross) and we zoomed into the store. Max waited outside the restroom while I changed Lil. NO POOP! I was confused. I guessed it must have been Mabel. Back at the cart Max stood up when he saw me. "Mom, we need a new cart. Look how gross, there is something stuck to the cart!" Suddenly the pieces of the puzzle made a picture...and it was stinky. Max had stepped in a large dog POOP! Somewhere between the two stores, in the dark, as he flitted around. Some dog owner had not picked up after their dog and my son met with the freshly made, extremely squishy, terrible smelling PoOp!!! I was, at once, mortified and laughing. Here Max had been so loud in proclaiming the babies to be offenders! The whole time it was HIM! No wonder that Max kept smelling a different baby..."No it's Lilly." "Wait, wait...it is definitely Mabel!" It was wherever Max was standing!!!

For those that know of my fastidious nature; no it wasn't in my van. It appeared that the walk back to my van from Blue Cockatoo had worn most of the poop away from the bottom of his shoe (just stuck in the grooves, thank you very much). The poop that remained was on the sides of his shoe. That didn't get on my car but did get on the cart and on Max's pants as he sat in the cart. GeRoSSS!!! New shoes were purchased and the offenders were put away. Max was kind of in shock. He has a lot of my tendencies to be grossed out by yuck (totally because of my, mostly unhealthy, influence). He was kind of speechless and shocked that it was his shoe the whole time. We had a chuckle, but it had a trace of scared behind it.