Yeah, I whipped us up a platter of nachos at 10pm.
So....Fuss' cute cloth diaper mentioned in the previous post wasn't quite up to the task of stemming the fecal tide, which turned unexpectedly.
Some of it got on the loveseat, some of it got on the Fuss, and some of it ended up in the bathtub, which backed up during the washdown phase of the cleanup. And of course Fuss didn't want to get out of the bath, so there was a near miss nervous breakdown involved as he splashed around defiantly in the swampwater.
The Wife wrestled him out and got him dressed and I fixed the tub and our combined power eventually lulled him to sleep, but after these, ah, events, we often need a little something. As neither of us really drink these days, and the giant plastic clamshell box of expired apple struedel the crazy in-laws pawned off on the Wife this morning is about as appetizing as it sounds....so, 10pm nachos.
Don't judge until you've mud-wrestled a python strong toddler Marlon Perkins' Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom Style!
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