The boys are sick. I have been cleaning up bodily fluids, that really should remain in the body or at least remain contained in the diaper, for two long days.
Last night, Beckham, poor kid, was woken up by his dinner wanting out. I put him in a bath so I could change the sheets and spray Lysol on anything I remembered him touching that day. I was checking on him between sprays 'cause he's three and all "How to be a good Parent" books clearly state that you should avoid having any of your children drown.
After a particularly successful spray of the railing, I entered the bathroom to find Beckham lying on his back relaxing in the calming water.......completely asleep! Thank goodness I was checking! I was almost tempted to take a picture because he was so peaceful with his hands and feet floating like that, but thought better of it due to the nakedness factor. He'll thank me later when I tell that story to his girlfriend and I don't have pictures to go along with it.
Anyway, the boys are sick, I am carrying the Lysol around like it's an oxygen tank, and I think I can see a cloud plume of disinfectant protection starting to form near the ceilings.