I was walking through Cornwall Park today with Archer in the carrier on my chest. At one point I noticed he crossed his legs and strained ever so slightly. Next thing I knew, golden streaks of diarrhea ran down his legs, out his pant cuffs, over his socks and shoes and onto my thighs. Before I knew what hit me, I had poop on my left wrist and index finger.
After much wrangling and oh-dear-gods, I got him sorta cleaned up and in the carseat, drove home, walked up the front steps and just before the threshold - he puked.
He's still sick.