Well, poopy!

I was at the computer yesterday evening and N was crawling around on the floor while the other kids were playing. He crawls over to where I am and starts whining pretty bad. So I pick him up and he stinks! Bad! I check his diaper and its clean. Then I think to myself, "Oh no! I just changed his diaper! Right where he had just been mere seconds ago. Oh poopy." Yep, you guessed he. He ate poop. Some had fallen out of the diaper and he found it and thought it looked sooooo scrumdiddlyumptious that he ate it. All hell breaks loose at this point. I freak out because he ate poop. He freaks out because I am freaking out. The other kids are freaking out and they don't even know why. There's mass pandemonium while I use the hose on the kitchen sink to spray his mouth out while he's trying not to drown. The other two are jumping up and down yelling, "Eeewww! He ate poop!" Finally I get his mouth cleaned out and make him drink a ton of juice and we get settled in for the night. Stupid poop. Just a day in the life of us!