We haven't had one in a while.
This morning, I was hurriedly dressing for the day--teaching theology at a university. As a former colleague once said, this is the only profession where it pays to be dowdy. But not when you meet people outside the university environment. Well, on the schedule: meeting with our local bishop and Theology students, together. I dress accordingly: not a suit but a rather nice top and skirt. I joyfully pick up my snugglebunny six month old son for a final nursing before handing him to his dad for the day, and snugglebunny celebrates the morning by pooping all over me. I hurriedly change/clean him and change my outfit, which is now the more "I'm a decidely casual educational professional" look--because it was what was clean in the closet before catching the 8am bus.
Question: Is this last minute soiling God's way of nudging the universe? Aye or nay, theologians of the street?