When, exactly, did I become nonchalant about poop on my hands?

I mean, really. Growing up I’m pretty sure that would be the nastiest thing I could have happen during the day, feces on MY HANDS!

Let’s see…could it be several months ago in some sleep induced haze when I was trying to change a diaper and he twitched just right, smearing my hand in poop?Possibly.

Or, I think maybe one just gets to a point as a parent where there are worse things than poop. And throw up.

The challenge is remembering to have the hand sanitizer near by.