I've reached an all time low. The weather's sunny and 70 and I'm sitting at the playground watching the kids play. But here's the kicker--I just got finished holding Avery up above the grassy patch by our car in a squat position so that he could PooP. The bathrooms were locked and he had that "now or in my pants" look on his face. And then he actually started screaming that he was about to poop in his pants. But here's the new low--then I had to poopy scoop it up with the last two wipes I could find in the car like I was cleaning up after a dog.
Cleaning up people-poop off the grass in public. Awesome.