I just about had a heart attack this afternoon. We were at my mum's house and I'd just undone The Little Madam's poo-filled nappy, when TLM whippped it out from under her bum and rubbed it enthusiastically into my mother's just-vaccumed carpet.
It could have been a bit of a disaster, but luckily the nappy had folded itself over, with the pooey stuff inside.
And then TLM tried to scratch her as-yet-unwiped bum with her hand.
This is where nail brushes come in handy.