I remembered to stop by the mirror before leaving the house, and changed my shirt. I left the tank top on, but changed the one over it. I was clean and presentable when I arrived at Achievement Days. (This is a group of 8-11 year old girls from church that meets a couple times a month.)
About halfway through the activity, I had my arms folded when I noticed there was some kind of suspicious lump in my shirt. No one was really looking my way, so I shook out my shirt. Into my hand fell a half eaten baby carrot.
Rewind to snack time earlier that day: I picked up Maddie who was holding a carrot. I held her in one arm as she was eating it, all the while I was doing something else. I guess she never finished the carrot.