That was a concept really drilled into my head back in my 4-H shooting sports days. (I started out competing in BB gun matches as a youngster and went on to shotgun and air rifle competitions in high school.) In other words, pay attention to where you are pointing your gun.
My husband should have stayed awake in his hunter's safety class. I think he missed the part about being cautious with loaded weapons.
(Caution: Graphic material. Not for weak stomachs.)
She got the changing table.
And she got Daddy.
And she got the floor - up to roughly 3 feet away from the changing table.
For those of you without newborn experience: yes that is what breastmilk poo looks like.
For those of you with only boys: changing girl diapers can be challenging too.
For those of you expecting your first child in the near future: remember that when dealing with a loaded weapon, muzzle control is the most important rule. Don't point at anything you don't want to get shot.
And for those of you still wondering what the heck happened: Daddy was changing Miss Gabriela tonight. He lifted her little hiney up to give it a good cleaning when he heard a gurgling sound. He instinctively lowered her down a bit, but not before the explosion occurred. He called for help and just as soon as I got the camera and took some pictures and quit laughing, I gladly helped him get things all cleaned up - and quickly get a diaper on the little miss.
But Daddy's a trooper. He's a brave one. He's back there changing her diaper again right now as I type. And I assume being a lot more careful where he aims that itty bitty hiney!