Before I Forget...

A few weeks ago I was getting the boys ready for their bath. I had Will down to his diaper, and as the tub was filling I went in the kitchen to get something. Will came running in stark naked, and Sam came running behind him yelling, "Mom, there's a poopy diaper in the sink!!" I ran into the bathroom, and to my horror, there was indeed a poopy diaper in the sink. Amazingly, it remained self-contained and all I had to do was pick it up, throw it away, and wash the sink. We have since learned that Will cannot be trusted, and he always wears a onesie.