It was about two days ago when I ran up the stairs just in time to see Bridgey slam the bedroom door shut on Fin's tiny head. As I grabbed the baby to console her and her wounded noggin, I caught glimpse of the brown deposits along the carpet.
The scene from Baby Mama flashed across my brain, "Is that chocolate or poop?"
Sadly it turned out to be the latter. Poop that had been happily strean about and then smeared into the carpet when the door was hastily pushed across it. When I walked in Bridgey smiled proudly and said, "Look mom, I cleaning up." And, there I saw a pile of Fin's clothes being used to smashed more poo into the already sad looking carpet. I couldn't help but find some humor in Bridgey's proud smile, so after I snapped some pictures I took to antibacterlizing the carpet and scrubbing.
After all was said and I done, I let the kids know I was a break, and retreated to the bathroom, where I slid across the floor in a yellow puddle. Bridgey strikes again!