Potty tragedy.

See previous post before proceeding with this one. This is a sad, sad moment. A mothers hopes are gone for the time being. My heart has been ripped out of my chest and smothered in ...poop. I am only going to say that BOTH children required baths, followed by some very serious carpet scrubbing, bath tub bleaching and soaking, Max's onesie was a lost cause and is in the trash, my clothes had to be changed and fortunately for the kids, they will probably forget what poop tastes like. Tomorrow is another day.