Oh heavens, I need air! Thanks so much for taking me back to the best years of my life. My son had a knack of filling his diaper with the most incredible nuclear waste and then when you attempted to pick him up, he would raise his legs up high and spill the contents out from both sides. One Saturday morning the pastor and his wife were visiting us in our home for the first time. I was so nervous trying to make a good impression. My son was toddling across the floor right in front of them and stopped as if on cue. With horror, we all heard an alarming sound accompanied with an eye watering aroma. I quickly snatched him up. He performed the famous unloading maneuver. It was a long 10 feet to the bedroom as fast as I could take him. After a quick bath in the tub, I re-dressed him and came back out to find them gone. I was told there was a moment of complete silence after I whisked him away and then the pastor abruptly stood up and said, "Well!....Time to go!" and left. My son is 26 years old now and I do miss those days.