posted @ 23:09...

Tonight after the two big kids were down for bed, we were just about to start the twins' bathing routine when we heard a wail from my two-year-old's room. "DAAAAAAAHHHH-DEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"

I opened the door and was knocked backward by the smell of poop in the air. But it wasn't just in the air. It was on the crib rail. It was on her sheets, her pillows, and all over her pajamas. And I hoped for a moment that she might somehow be wearing brown gloves. Nope. It was poop. Covering her hands entirely.

It seems she didn't know what to do with all the feces that suddenly appeared in her diaper. All she knew was she wanted it out. So she started digging. In case you don't know what an experience like this is like, rest assured that it is, in fact, disgusting.