me wearing the red shirt.
max sitting in my lap, smiling away as I play Mass Effect.
Mom is taking a shower.
Then I realize...he's been far too quiet, for far too long.
in the words of my favorite amphibians - It's a little too quiet.
I pull max back to see a HUGE brown spot the size of his back on his, well...on his back.
Level 2 containment failure!
(level 1 is when a #1 escapes the side of the diaper, we haven't had those since we switched to 1-2 size diapers. pampers ftw)
Level 2 containment is, well, level 1, but with a number 2.
So I pick him up, grab the tub from the wall and we use the shower hose to fill it. Mommy is on water level patrol - plugging and unplugging the tub to drain it, while I scrub him down.
Then I thoroughly Shout!! the stains, and then woolite them in the hottest water possible.
The green applesauce flushes down the drain and hopefully the stains will be mere memories after the next wash.
I just realized at this point <> that my shirt had been rubbing against him as I was undressing him out of his poopie-sauced covered clothes.
They've been ripped off me and thrown across the room.
Casualty.
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