'Don't worry, we'll clean it up'

One summer evening when I was younger, our family had some friends over. We were eating grilled burgers in the kitchen. Dad tried to help the ketchup along by swinging the bottle in a downward motion. We all watched as a stream of ketchup blots squirted across the floor, up the oven and onto the cabinets.
The lesson: Make sure the cap is on tight.
Well, I was reminded of that incident early this morning.
I was sleeping on the couch (long story involving a fussy baby) when I awoke to Anni laughing in the bedroom and saying, "You've got to be kidding me."
My quick assessment: She's in the bedroom with Elise and Elise is not crying. This will be interesting.
I asked what was going on.
"Elise just pooped all over the place."
"On the changing table?"
"The table, the walls, everywhere."
I walked into the bedroom and, well, sure enough, at only three weeks old, she has mastered the art of projectile pooping. Everything south of her spot on the changing table was covered in it. In the middle of a diaper change, she managed to hit the changing table, the wall, the wipes box, a stack of clean diapers, her crib frame, the crib mattress, a blanket and everything in between.
It was impressive, really.
Funny, too. The outside of the big bottle of hand sanitizer was definitely no longer sanitary. The white lampshade on the changing table lamp no longer was white and went right in the garbage.
While we cleaned up the mess, Elise sat in her bouncer, either oblivious to what had happened or well aware of it and enjoying the fact that Mom and Dad were wiping down the walls at 7 a.m.
"Don't worry, we'll clean it up," Anni told a very content Elise.
The lesson: Put a cap on her during a diaper change.