Yesterday I took two children to the Science Museum all afternoon. Alan was strapped in the Bjorn and Sam was a wandering maniac.
She loved it.
By the end, her exhausted mama just wanted to pay the parking and go. As I stood at the Kiosk, juggling the diaper bag, Alan and my wallet, Sam grabbed at the diaper bag and I let it fall to the floor. Then, in front of a massive line of tourists, Sam proceeded to loudly announce, "Mommy--poo-poo. Mommy--poo-poo." Then she pulled out a diaper and the bag of wipes, laid down on the ground, put her feet up in the air and her hand on her butt.
"POO POO MOMMY," she screamed.
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MUSEUM.
Yeah. I guess that was the first of a long line of embarrassing moments yet to come.