Sometimes diapers fail.
At inconvenient times.
And stuff gets on your shorts.
After you get done nursing your baby in the car.
But before you go into the store.
I am not talking about pee here.
Pee is nothing.
Now you look like you pooped your pants.
But there is no way you are going home.
Not after all this way.
You are not doing 610 traffic again today.
So you strap a cute baby to your chest and hope that no one notices.
Cause when you have a smiling 5 month old with you, who looks at you anyway?