Fist Full 'o Feces

My 4-year-old took a field trip with her preschool to the town library today. She normally doesn't go to school on Thursday, so she wasn't allowed to take the bus with the rest of the kids - instead I had to drive her, which meant that my 2-year-old came with us. As soon as we walked in, I thought I smelled a poopy diaper. A quick check came up clean - must have been a warning shot. Twenty minutes into the trip, one of the other moms came up to me and asked if I had brought any diapers. I told her that I smelled it too, but I looked and she's clean. So the kids are running around, playing with the toys and looking at books. I'm wandering, taking a few pictures. Grace then strolls up to me, holding out her hand saying, "Daddy." It's immediately obvious that she has something on her hand, and one of the teachers says, "What's that?" No sooner had the words left her mouth and her expression turns to one of utter disgust and I quickly scoop her up, securing the hand, and say, "Poop." She had reached into her diaper and pulled out 5 pasty green fingers in front of the teachers and the high school students. Needless to say, I was a little embarrassed, but hey..., those kids are part of the school's Early Childhood Development class - consider this some first-hand experience (no pun intended).