So my friend Gary came over for technical advice. Not from me, doh.
I did not expect anyone to come in the house just use the garage, so I
figured I was "home free".
Anyhow, about ten o'clock, Sweatone said "I poop in pottie mommie". And well, let's just say he "jumped the gun".
Poop everywhere, like a chimp. As I'm trying to get his poopie pants
and pullup into the trash, I heard sweatone saying "I shave mommie". I
ran back in, and he was trying to shave his armpits with his dad's
safety razor. I screamed. I took the razor away, and ran some
bathwater. Sweatone is sitting there depantsed, I'm trying to get
him cleaned up and of course Gary and Zule, for the first time that
evening, come into the house. After I got Sweatone clean, we all went
into the living room. We dressed Sweatone in his monkey costume (which
is freaking adorable), but then, he rubbed his nose all over it. By the
end of the evening, I'm convinced Gary thinks my kids are maniacal poop
throwing chimps.