Poaddoy!!!

In the last nine years we have spent about $60 dollars on diapers and wet wipes each month, we had two times where the children overlapped and that doubled for a few months, and another time when we enjoyed a six month respite.

The celebration of Susanna's potty training met with much rejoicing, probably mostly for the wrong (read: financial) reasons.

So she decided to throw a celebration of her own.

At one AM.

Running up and down the hall butt-naked yelling her native-american-victory-style-warcry POADDOY!

Tim woke up to the land between reality and nightmares and started to weep informing us "It's not my fault, it's not my fault, I didn't do it, it's not my fault."

Ami took the casual approach, "Moooooooommmmmm, tell Susanna to stop it and let me go back to bed, and I want a drink."

David and Maggie lay comatose.

The neighbors considered calling the police (we expect).

Two gobstoppers (big flushable potty gets double treats if you take care of business and don't fall in) and thirty minutes later, all was back to normal in the house.

Until 5:30 AM

POADDOY!

[Pictures omitted by federal law.]