Impressive or just plain gross?

This past Sunday during Sunday School Glenn took Tate into the next room to change his diaper. A minute later he stuck his head around the corner and said, "You have to see this." I went in the other room and there was Tate, soaked from head to toe in his own pee. Glenn was changing him, he started to go while Glenn was reaching for another wipe and the diaper block was just a little too late. Glenn described it as fire hose strength flow. Tate had pee on his face and neck, his sweater vest was soaked as was his dress shirt underneath, and he somehow shot his dad's arm too. Glenn had a streak of pee on his shirt from shoulder to wrist. (Of course the title of this post is relating to the amount of pee, not how we dealt with the situation.) We laughed really hard and then thought, "Hmmm, what do we do now?" I didn't have another outfit or even a onesie to change him into. (Yeah, I'll be doing that again now. For some reason I thought that stage was past.) I thought about just stripping him and taking him to class wearing a diaper and a blanket. So hard to decide which was worse. We couldn't go home because Glenn was teaching Elder's Quorum, in his urine soaked shirt. So we just put his wet shirt back on and I took him to class. I thought to myself as I walked into RS, "What would Grandma Nina say if someone came into RS and sat next to her holding a urine soaked infant?" Oh the horror.