elliott ups the ante

Occasionally when I walk in to get Elliott up from his nap, he has pooped explosively all over himself, rolled in it a few times, and smeared it all over his crib bumper and sheets. This is something I am used to. Ben used to do it worse. Yesterday after nap time, I entered Elliott's room, and the smell smacked me in the face. Poop explosion. I picked Elliott up (holding him as far away from me as possible) and laid him on the changing table to wipe him off. As I was furiously cleaning him, I noticed a small chunk of carrot on his thigh from his lunch the day before. Gross, right? I'll get that next I thought to myself. I have a cleaning method, and I had not worked my way up to the thighs yet. So probably thirty seconds later, I go to get the poop carrot but it isn't there. I look at Elliott's face and notice he is chewing on something. He opens his mouth slightly, and there it is. The poop carrot is in his mouth, and he is working it around like it is a tasty snack. I had taken everything in stride up until this point. Seriously, Elliott? You poop a chunk of carrot out and then put it in your mouth? While you are still coated in poop? That is too much to ask from me. So I sanitize my hands and get the carrot out of his mouth--he acts as if I have stolen a precious meal from him--finish wiping him off, dunk him in the bathtub (screaming), and a few minutes later, he is satisfactorily clean. Elliott outdid himself this time.