How did this happen?

The kid has no clothes. Despite almost-daily deliveries from the Chinese laundry service recommended by our agency, everything is dirty. First Quinn peed right through a diaper during his nap and soaked his Little Aviator outfit. Then he dumped an entire bowl of rice soup (not hot, thank goodness) all over his red overalls and his Mama's freshly cleaned jeans at a dumpling restaurant. (It was one of those perfect moments where the EXACT second I thought, "I should move tat bowl, he reached up and toppled it toward us.) The poor waitress apologized like SHE had done something wrong and insisted on cleaning both of us and Quinn's baby carrier - all three of us covered in thick soup. Then he peed during a diaper change and managed to hit the next shirt he was going to wear. Then we forgot a bib and got formula all over his monkey jammers. Good thing I brought liquid laundry detergent. Now our towel rack is serving a whole new purpose!