Grossness

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: the combination of one chid that does not reliably flush with another that likes to play in the toilet is a dangerous thing. This evening Riley was howling "Mommy!" from upstairs. I went up, to find him standing next to the toilet, soaked from the waist down, with Maura's sopping wet orange bandana in his hand and light blue water all over the floor. It smelled pretty rank. I'm just hoping he didn't swallow anything.