Post-Traumatic Shock

Today, we were all thoroughly enjoying our nice mini-vacation when something very horrible happened. We were shopping at the outlets -- right in the middle of an extremely crowded store and nowhere near the car -- when the tragic event took place. And instead of puking from the sheer horror of it all, I opted to get out the camera and take pictures. I guess we all cope in different ways.

I must apologize in advance for subjecting your poor eyes to this. But Rick and I may very well need the emotional support from our friends and family after going through this ordeal, and I just don't think words could do it justice. The pictures don't even do it justice. It was BAD.

And now I present to you our little Stinkmaster Flash, right before he stuck his hand down in the goodness and smeared it all over his face:

Houston, we have a problem.

Damage control

The moment we considered just abandoning the stroller and running.

Like I said, I'm deeply sorry for sharing these horrific pictures with you. If it's any consolation, just know that it was a gazillion times more disgusting in person.

And now I think it's time to start googling some good therapists.