A Poo in the Hand is Worth One in the Tub

I had just given Elana a bath and walked in to the living room.  I noticed the smell of poop.  I knew it wasn't Elana.  I was holding her.  I had just passed Mia.  I went to Haley.  First thing I noticed was no diaper.  Then, I saw her hands.  They were brown.  I grabbed her and ran her to the bathroom.  I gave her a quick and thorough bath.  She had even got some in her hair.  When I wad done, I dried her and went in search of a diaper.  I ran into Angie, who was cleaning up the poop.