Friends, I feel fortunate to have had such a great day before about 5p. At that point, both boys always start going a bit batty but today, O went down to the basement, attempted to feed Percy a second dinner (he's on a vet-mandated diet), took off his diaper and came back upstairs where he started pestering J who was practicing "Mary Lamb" on the violin. I pulled O up onto my lap to hold him in place while J practiced and when I let him down, I saw a little mound of poop on my thigh. Thank god I had on pants. People, this was gross. I said, "Oliver, did you poop in the basement?" to which he replied, "Nope, just on ya leg, Mom." Eff.