We were in the car and I smelled poop.
On my hands.
I smelled my hands and sure enough, they smelled like poop. I didn’t see any poop, but I smelled it.
Then. I saw it. A little bit of poop right above my wedding ring.
That’s where the smell was coming from!
(We were possibly in a huge hurry to get out the door and I might have forgot to wash my hands after changing a diaper… possibly.)
So. I see poop on my finger.
I didn’t panic because I’m SUCH a mom that wouldn’t you know it… on the floor in between the passenger seats was a package of baby wipes. Thank you very much baby wipes, you saved me from the poop smell.
Life as a mom. It ain’t easy.