When poop happens and a changing table is not available, you get creative.

Today was my first experience changing Baby Champuru in the trunk of my car.  I’m sure it was a spectacle, but I was too busy to notice whether anyone was peering at us with raised eyebrows and clucking tongues.  Baby was amazingly good, staying perfectly still the entire time, most likely because she was curious about the strange environment.  I feared that she might try to sit up suddenly and give herself a concussion on the inside of the trunk, but thankfully she endured her unorthodox diaper change with the utmost patience.

Now, when I sell my car, I can say that it comes equipped with a mobile diaper changing station and I wouldn’t be lying.