F-Bomb...Thursday?

MiMi is hosting her meme a little earlier this week, because she is hosting a giveaway tomorrow. And, you know, since I'm super awesome and flexible, I decided to follow her along for the ride. Fair warning though, if you have a weak stomach, you may not want to read any further...

As you all know, or may not know, I do not have enough children at my house already, so on occasion, I feel the need to take in strays. Okay, not strays, just children that belong to friends, who need a place to hang out for a spell.
On Tuesday, my friend, "Baub" had a dr. appointment, so I graciously accepted the call to watch her two kids...let's call them, Pinky and Ralph. Pinky is beyond the nap stage, so while the other kids slept, she followed me around telling me how much better she was than me at cleaning.
When Ralph woke up, he went straight for the bathroom, proving that he knew where it was. I thought his pants looked wet, but not REALLY wet (he has recently been deamed "potty trained"), so I didn't worry too much about it. To make a long story short, I found out through the course of a few minutes that he had pooped his pants. It seemed contained to his underwear, so I got him cleaned up, and changed, all the while the little booger insisted that he had NOT pooped his pants. Okay dude, whatever.
Fast forward to yesterday. Sissy was helping me out by cleaning up the upstairs. I decided to do my duty, and empty the hamper. Holding an armload of foul smelling dirty laundry, I went downstairs to sort it. The last item of clothing in my hands was a pair of shorts that I didn't recognize as anything belonging to my children. As it was occuring to me that they actually belonged to Ralph, I looked inside. EEEWWWW!!! Poo smeared all over inside. Then...thunk!
What the heck just hit my foot?!
I looked down.
A large, almost perfectly round ball of poo.
WHAT THE HECK!!!
On Tuesday, I had written it off as an "accident" a "I couldn't hold it" incident. This was proof that the kid had consciously chosen to take a dump in his underpants, with a bathroom less than 10 feet away. WHAT THE HECK?!
This is precisely why washing machine manufacturers make "sanitary" cycles in the first place.
Shhhh....IT HAPPENS!
Now, go ahead and link up with MiMi. It's the perfect opportunity to tell about things from your past too...

P.S. I feel the need to point out, that I had already washed the offensive underpants, but had no idea what had happened to his pants from that day. Do you remember when I told you about this incident? Well, sometimes there's no hunt involved. Sometimes, it finds you...