"Tomorrow You Will Laugh"

...Or so my husband assures me.  This after one of those moments that will go down in family history.

It was almost dinnertime.  The boys (all four of them) were in the bedroom playing peacefully, and I was assembling dinner.  Having looked at the pan of vegetable scraps for nearly 24 hours, I decided to seize the moment to carry it out to the compost bin.  Out and in - as simple as that.

Upon my return, I was met with a group of confused and excited faces, and the loud declaration, "Matthew pooped." 

Matthew, in the midst of diaper training and therefore bare-bottomed, was apparently unable to get from his room to the bathroom, thus leaving a trail down the hallway.  Pleasant thought, right?

Wait, there's more.

Apparently the older boys sensed his urgency and followed him down the hall.  Then he was followed by Jonathan.  Who doesn't crawl on his knees.  He slithers.  Joy, oh, joy!

It doesn't stop there.

I also need to note that Jonathan consumes anything he finds in the floor.
(I'll pause while you find a trashcan.)

The two little guys got baths, and then I parked them all on the couch to watch Thomas while I donned my hazmat suit.  One of Doug's old t-shirts got recycled; there was much use of vinegar and lemon oil drops.  Doug made it home just as I was finishing up (convenient timing, eh?) but he still got to experience the lovely aroma.

All is well, and indeed it was quite funny in a way.  The thought occurred to me to take pictures, but it's not really something I need to be reminded of visually, and I'm sure you'll take my word for it.

The only really disappointing thing is that I really loved Jonathan's open-mouth-slobbery-kisses;  I just can't quite view them in the same manner anymore.