ETC: Needless to Say, Poop Everywhere

It's been an emotional Tilt-a-Whirl of a week. So now I offer you a rather amusing story about our man Sam, for you to read and enjoy at your leisure:

Before Sam's afternoon nap, I had to change his diaper, because he'd had a huge poop. So I did this, then left him in his room while I went to the washroom to wash my hands. I put the diaper on the banister in the hallway (en route to its final destination in our outdoor garbage bin), so as not to stink up his room, because I'm a thoughtful parent that way.

I come out of the bathroom, and the diaper is gone. I look downstairs to see if it's fallen off the banister, but it's not there. I go into Sam's room, only to see him helpfully trying to stuff the poopy diaper into the Diaper Champ.

Needless to say, poop everywhere.

Much hand-washing was involved.

And then he pooped again.

The end.

(This story kind of puts mine into perspective, though. At least Sam didn't pee on the dog.)