As a father, I pride myself on always being ready for anything. I’m a huge fan of Plan B. I’ve always got backup plans.

Generally, this comes in handy. Before every trip out of the house, for instance, I pack an extra change of clothes for the baby (in case she has an accident), an extra bottle set-up (in case we hit traffic) and extra toys (in case she becomes insatiably bored).

Today, however, little L found a chink in my armor.

To make a short story long, I ventured into the big city (San Francisco) this afternoon for lunch with a friend. Thankfully, my parents offered to watch/play with the baby while I lunched. I got to my folks’ place without incident, and arrived with enough time to change the baby’s diaper before heading to my appointment. This is when all hell broke loose.

Because she had been cooped up in the car seat for an hour, because she was excited to see her grandparents, because they were excited to see her, the baby squirmed like a little seal as I disrobed her. Then, the minute I got her diaper off, she peed. All over the place.

I’ve seen this girl pee before, and let me tell you—this time she was like Old Faithful.

Pee everywhere. On her clothes. On my parents’ brand new rug. On the towel beneath the changing apparatus. Oh, and fittingly, her pee also somehow managed to get all over me.

Naturally, I had backups for her outfit, the changing apparatus and (of course) the diaper itself. I did not, however, have a backup outfit for myself, which meant that after I actually changed my daughter, I rushed off to my lunch covered in pee.

Thankfully, I was lunching with an old friend (and not, say, a potential client). Also, L is still young enough that her urine doesn’t really smell. Still, the experience taught me that while I’m pretty much covered with Plan Bs for stuff related to my daughter, I need to spend some serious time restructuring those backup plans that relate to me.