SQUISH

I was cheerfully (yeh right) finishing the load of dishes for the evening and making my way into the living room when something under my bare foot went squish.....

Now as a mother of a two year old and a one year old I have become quite familiar with the numerous amounts of nastiness that wind up on the floors daily. It has just become routine that no matter how much I clean behind them they will make a mess and it will be gross. HOWEVER...squish is NOT something I am okay with. Even less so when it is on my carpet and under my BARE FEET.

So my first thought is "Dear Lord- please don't let this be chewed up food". I am terrified to look. Literally it was like a scary movie where the next one in line to die becomes rooted to the spot as doom approaches and the music gets scarier. So I am standing there with my foot still planted on the yet unidentified grossness with my eyes closed and THEN IT HAPPENS.

Ashton starts laughing and I hear feet running away from me. I painfully open my eyes to see what is happening and very promptly see Ty's shiney hiney running away and Ashton laughing while holding Ty's diaper in his hand....which is NOT clean.

"Dear Lord- I CHANGED MY MIND! PLEASE LET IT BE CHEWED FOOD UNDER MY FOOT! PLEASE PLEASE!"