At McDonald's this morning, Tommy decided he needed to use the potty. This was after he soaked his diaper, so I didn't put the wet diaper back on him afterwards. I didn't have a spare either, so he went home commando.
Then I forgot about it.
When Rachel woke up, she asked me how the kids were at McDonald's, and that reminded me that I had some unfinished business to take care of.
I checked Tommy, who was watching cartoons on the couch. His pants were wet. Too bad, but no big deal. I pulled them off of him as he sat there.
A huge load of poo came out of the pants and onto the couch.
I sent out a code red. "Matthew! Wipes!" I cleaned up Tommy and the couch, but this was more than baby wipes could handle. Matthew couldn't find the clorox, so I diapered Tommy and got that myself. Rachel must have wondered why doors were opening and closing all over as I searched for it.
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