Friday, June 3, 2011

"Mom, there's poop on my floor"

This is yet another reason to be thankful that Oliver can communicate so well.
After their shower this morning I let the boys play in their room (in their towels) while I got ready.
After just a few minutes Oliver came rushing in with the above announcement.
I ran in to find a little pancake on the floor. Apparently it had been stepped on. Needless to say everyone had to get washed again.
I already know what Mark will say when he sees this, and if you know me well you're not feeling sorry for me, as this has happened numerous times before.
Ohwell. No harm done, right?