Buzz at the park

I'm sure my "Mother of the Year" award has been sent in the mail. All due do an awesome park experience the other day. I moved spots and was chatting with a friend, interestingly enough, on the topic of raising boys. I had recently done my eye scan to track the children and was about due for another one when I hear a man yelling "I have a Buzz here." I turned to look because I couldn't figure out why a man would be shouting Buzz at the park. Much to my horror I realized the man was pointing to a naked, crying child that happened to belong to me!

I think what must have happened is that Ethan needed to use the lou, tried to find me and didn't make it! So, of course what should a child do with poop in his pants, but take them off. I ran to grab some clothes and some wipes to clean him up. While in the bathroom I realized I hadn't told Cole where I was. I just kept hoping that the woman I was talking to would come through for me (we had only just met that day.) Of course, he realized I was gone and happened to find the same man to help him find me! We were just walking out of the bathroom when they showed up. Ugh.

I mentioned to the man that it really looks like I am a negligent mother, but that really I wasn't. He seemed to take the whole experience with a chuckle and asked me if Ethan's name was Buzz. Apparently that is what Ethan had told him. We had just watched Toy Story the other day so maybe it was wishful thinking.

After that experience we had a family night on strangers....maybe we should have covered nakedness in public!