I noticed it first on the towel, then on Zack, then on the sheets. Hm...maybe another bath? Nope, tub's fulla poo. Okay, let's get Homeslice changed. Wow, what still smells? Oh, it's my clothes, covered in poo.
Just put the boy in the Intellipooper (cause it's safe now) and cleaned up the aftermath. Much laundry.
AND--thanks Jeff, for putting the Cuisinart blade in the dishwasher. I was trying to staunch the flow of blood from my left middle finger all during this poopalicious episode. See, Jeff and I have different philosophies about the dishwasher. Nevermind what mine is. That's not the issue here. His is that the dishwasher should do all the work. He's good at dishwasher geometry, I'll give him that. He can fill that thing like nobody's bitness. But well, some items should get a hand wash. That's what I believe, is all. I'm not gonna push my beliefs on anyone. You know, live and let live. But let's leave the spiral shaped blade out of the silverware bucket, mkay?