cloth diaper fail

It had to happen.  We knew our days were numbered.  On the eve of the eve of her 11 month birthday, we had our first massive cloth diaper fail.
Was it the mushrooms?  The carrots?  The mac-n-cheese? The 7-grain bread, feta cheese, broccoli, apples, or yogurt?  We may never know.
But there we were, enjoying a lovely, re-heated dinner. First she was red in the face.  Then the squirming. Finally, the whine.  Not realizing what had taken place, I lifted her from the high chair and -

OH

MY

GOD

(the following is not for the weak of heart or stomach)

The poop was everywhere.  Her pants, the front of her shirt, her hands.  Poop in places I couldn't imagine poop getting.  We gingerly carried her under the arm pits up the stairs. Poop was landing on the stairs!!!! Let me tell you, poop on the stairs is not a friend to the trouser sock. This was no job for the changing table.  No, this explosion was for the tub and the tub alone.  Thankfully she can stand on her own.  We removed her clothing, and basically hosed her down.  Then swung her out of the tub, scrubbed it down, and washed her again. She loved every minute, finding it hysterical that she got to stand in the tub and splash.
After we had all stripped (yes, all three of us needed a costume change), disinfected, and changed, we were able to laugh about our poop misfortune.
In case you are wondering, the failed diaper in question was a dark pink BumGenius4.0 .