...walking through the aisles of Target and suddenly smelling the foul odor coming from your child's diaper, then wondering to yourself if you have another diaper stashed in the car (since you just changed her five minutes ago with the last from your purse) and also if you have any wipes left (since you used three to scrub ketchup and chocolate Frosty off her face after lunch at Wendy's).
...patting yourself on the back for both having a secret diaper crammed in the glove box and using the single last wipe to clean up Diaper Armageddon.
...dodging the glares from people watching you change said D.A. in the backseat of the car and wondering if their stares would be any more hostile if they saw you change her in the trunk, like you have on several occasions.
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