When my oldest daughter was a newborn, I was studying for my nursing boards. One night I asked him to give her a bath while I studied. All was quiet and seemed to be going well….or so I thought. The next morning I went to change her diaper and found a dried puddle of breastmilk poop–you know the kind–on the changing table. “Yuck,” I thought, “What happened here?” I asked. He then told me the wonderful story of bathtime the night before. She pooped on the changing table, then again in the infant tub, and again on the towel. I found the towel full of poop right after he told me the story. I just had to shake my head and laugh. Poor thing, he was trying his best. Although the changing pad cover and towel were badly stained 4-ever, my daughter survived!