Kevin: Tom had a huge blow-out diaper this morning. It was disgusting. Worst. Diaper. Ever.
Me: Good job Tom!
Kevin: It was all over him. I had to wipe him down. It was all over his clothes too. I gagged. Twice.
Me: Ha ha! Did you put his clothes in the wash?
Kevin: I couldn’t. I was dealing with the massive diaper and a poo-covered Tom!
Me: So…are his poopy clothes just in his hamper?
Kevin: No, they’re on the deck.
Me: What?!
Kevin: They smelled so bad! I just put them out there.
Me: You put his poop-covered clothes to sit out on our deck…all day?
Kevin: Yeah! They were irreparable.
Me: I’m sure they can be washed.
(I go outside onto deck and indeed see poo-covered clothing thrown on our deck chairs.)
Me: You’re right. They’re irreparable. I’ll throw them out.
Kevin: (under his breath) Told you so.
