Oh Shit!

We were arguing with Aid tonight about getting into the bath. He missed his nap due to an ill timed Dr.'s appointment and he was in terror mode. Hitting, yelling, screaming....the whole nine yards.

So I was pleasantly surprised when I heard him get in. (I was nursing Grant and could hear but not see.) Bob came up and I asked him if he had changed Aid's diaper since it was poopy. Bob raised his eyebrows and said no. There was a second of silence and then it happened.

Aid got out of the bathtub. And sure enough. The diaper was on....well, kind of. It was falling down his leg. And the poop...the poop was dripping down his legs. And onto the rug. We both yelled, "STOP!" But then it was so funny that we were dying of laughter. I was laughing so hard I was crying. Which made Aiden think it was fun so he then began to scream manically and run from room to room. Which made it not so funny anymore since there were now poopy footprints throughout the upstairs.

It's all cleaned up. Aid got a second bath which he was absolutely NOT happy about. We had a good chuckle. And our bathroom got a good scrub down.

What a shitty evening!!