Luck with Houdini Baby

This morning, Leon was brought to me.  Apparently he had been calling my name for some time but I had the Person of Interest on too loud on the tv in my bedroom and I didn't hear him...  I'm deaf... whatev's.

Tiffany handed him to me, dressed only in a diaper.  (Leon, not me or his mother)  He smelled funny.  That's nothing new, but I just needed the baby wipes and a dytie...  I reached over to grab them and my elbow felt wet.  It was dark...  His foot felt wet.  It was still dark... 

I turned on the lamp.

SOMEHOW  this little Houdini baby had gotten a big glob of poop on the bottom of his foot and it was getting smeared all over me and the bedding...  His diaper was on good and snug.  No sign of how he could have gotten it just on his foot.  Oh! and his knee.  Nothing on his hands.  Nothing up his sleeves...

But lots on my quilt, sheets and arm.

Without doing DNA tests and only using my superior detective skills, I deduced that the poop on his foot was the same color as the poop inside his diaper. 

So it WAS his!

It was a gross morning and the bedding is in the washer as I type...  But still this wasn't as bad as what my sisters kids did to her once... 

So I guess I feel lucky!

I mean... What are the odds of this happening again?