Everett has a blowout diaper while we’re in Target. I don’t have a change of clothes for him. It’s a very cold day. I breastfeed him in the front seat, wrapped in my coat, while the heater blasts warm air through the car. Then I let him hang out in the front seat with me a little longer to get the car as toasty warm as possible since he’ll be riding home in his car seat in just a diaper.