Yes indeed, poo on my neck.
So just before Kadin's bedtime he drops a giant log (well, relatively speaking) in his diaper. I took him into the bedroom for his final diaper change, but wasn't quite prepared for what happened next.
See, Kadin had a good helping of strained prunes earlier. Follow me? So, after peeling his diaper off he had quite the horrible mess waiting for me to clean.
Of course, 0.0002325 seconds after his diaper goes off, Kadin shoves his hands into his poopy diaper.
I went to grab the soiled hand before he touched his face or anything, so then he slaps his hand onto my neck. In case I wasn't clear, my son wiped his poo on my neck.
Now it's quite the struggle, as he's arching his back trying to grab the tub of vasoline and put it in his mouth. I am forced to use my left hand to hold his poopy hand and both legs and stop him from leaping off the mat before he smears poo all over Tonia's side of the bed (seems I always change poop covered Kadin on her side...but it's only because SHE conveniently leaves all the changing supplies there, honest!), while my right hand desperately tries to open the wipes container and also hunt for a diaper.
Eventually the diaper is changed, the poo is cleaned (from both father and son), and poopy diaper is disposed of.
He's soundly asleep now though...so I'm going to go to bed. And by bed, I mean I'll watch reruns of Star Trek until Tonia kicks the TV out the window.