He pooped so explosively that it flew out the legs of his diaper and hit the sides of his seat. And then he kicked it.
While I was trying to determine the best approach to cleaning him up, Lucy dumped her pasta over her head.
Lucy got a shower too.
And after carrying two slimy kids upstairs by myself (guess who was working last night), I got a shower too.
Who knew showering was such a family event?!
It's all good though - I got my revenge: