The baby's paternal grandparents -- i.e., E's parents -- are in town this weekend. This is their first time seeing the baby and at 3 1/2 months he's quite charming, smiling and cooing and babbling.

The grandparents like to eat a really late lunch, so yesterday afternoon we found ourselves at Timberlake's north of Dupont. It was our first time out to a restaurant with the baby and it went much better than I thought it would. We had the back room to ourselves, and he fell asleep easily in his car seat on the floor.

"This is easy," I thought. "I can't believe we didn't do this sooner!"

As I've said before, if you gloat about anything to do with your kid -- when you commit the sin of Parental Hubris -- you will pay for it. Quickly and harshly.

Ten minutes later I was sitting on the floor of the bar's tiny basement bathroom, squashed into a cramped stall with the baby, who was lying on the floor waving his hands too close to the toilet while I tried to clean dried poop out of his belly button.

Oh well. At least he let me finish eating first.