Some days are just Plain Poopy

So each sunday I team teach a class of 8-12 Nine year olds.  Last Sunday our lesson was going great when my team teacher stepped out for a few seconds, as I was standing up in the back with Aimee I went on with the good discussion we had going so she slipped out easily.  And then it happened, Aimee added her 2 cents (or should we say cups?) worth.  She exploded out of her diaper.  It took a minute or two for us all to register, we were staring in shock, then the kids started asking if that was REALLY poop? two or three got dramatic and hung themselves out the room window, another two jumped in to help me find my baby wipes, I am just standing there, plastered in "mustard" from waist down (one line went solidly down to the floor where it left a little puddle), and I think I must have still been in a little bit of shock because I kept trying to go on with the lesson as if nothing had happened or maybe nobody noticed. . .  Then as my team teacher popped her head back in to ask me to come out and assist for a second I realized it was a lost cause, so puddled my way across the floor. . . Yup, one more memorable lesson for Valient Nines.