Kinda bad news, or really bad news?

Here's what happened on my last night of kickball.

Yeah, I played kickball, and I got on base.  Once.  The entire season.  Count it!

The one time I got on base was the time that Seth and Lakeland came to cheer me on.  Just before I got up to bat, my cheering squad took off for a quick diaper change.  And that's when I kicked a heater right down the third base line, which is exactly what I'd tried to do every other time I was up to bat (and popped out to the pitcher). 

Anyway...they were gone a looooong time, and when they returned, Lakeland was not wearing the perfect kickball-watching outfit I had picked out for her.  She was in fact, not wearing anything at all.  Except her diaper. 

It's not abnormal, though, for Seth to change a diaper and not bother with redressing the child.  However, this being a public place, outdoors, I don't know...would he really do that?

Quizzically, I looked at my husband, who was slowly shaking his head from side to side as he shuffled toward me.  Here's what he had to say:

"So, do you want to hear the kinda bad news, or the really bad news?"

I was still on a high from getting on base.  How bad could this news really be? 

It turned out that Lakeland was unclothed for two reasons. 

#1:  She pooped through her diaper and onto her shirt and her pants.  Seth claimed no fault of his own.  He said (God, how many women have heard this??) "Babe, I think Lakeland must be sick or something.  That was NOT a normal diaper.  There was poop everywhere.  Her shirt and her pants are covered.

OK, how does this always happen?  I can change a shitty diaper, while Lakeland is squirming ON MY LAP, in a moving bus.  A moving bus that is going over speed bumps.  At 90 miles per hour.  And still not get poop anywhere it's not supposed to be.   

#2:  Somewhere in the process of flinging the dirty diaper round and round his head and then squashing it into her clothing (it's seriously the only way I can think of that poop got all over the inside and outside of the car, including a trail of chunks in the parking lot) Seth closed all of the doors, then picked up an unclad Lakeland, who had been playing with the car keys, from the back of the truck.  Then shut the door...the locked door...keys quietly lying on the floor inside, right where Lakeland left them. 

And this was the really bad news.