It was one of those days...you know, the kind of day when the baby blows through her diaper 5 minutes after you leave and it's too late to go back. I had a spare outfit and put her in that. It lasted a few more hours, before that one also got the trumpet fanfare and royal salute. Looking at my nuthin-but-a-diaper-on baby, I searched the car for anything she could wear. A blanket? Another outfit hiding in the diaper bag? Nothing. Then I spotted Barrett's karate bag. It would have to do until we went home. Hope we have no more blowouts.