One day we'll laugh about this...

or not.
Warning.

I hesitated recording for history the following account. It's disgusting. And I want to bleach my mind remembering it. But well, in case I develop a brain tumor and I am no longer the keeper of memories, I better write it down.

I'll spare the details and just bullet the highlights.

• I was downstairs scrubbing the kitchen floor
• Max went poop on my bedroom carpet. (which is upstairs)
  
• He was playing trucks. (the big tonka yellow kind)
  
• He took the truck off roading...in what looks like mud.
• Poop looks like mud
• I had poop tire tracks all over my walls.
• And carpet.
• And a pile of Brad's clean folded laundry
  
• And heating vent.
• The heat was on.
• I threw Brad's clothes away. (sorry. It was that or replace my washer and dryer.)
• While I was cleaning up with my steam cleaner, tears, and sweat, Max and his sisters went to the park.
• The poop tire tracks came out of everything.
• I got a little overzealous with my excitement and spilled the tank of poop water.
• On my shirt.
• And pants.
• And face.
• Then Abbie came home to tell me Max was naked at the park.
• Well, sort of naked. He still had his car snow boots on.
• I still think its too soon to laugh about.