Shitstorm. Warning - contains graphic images of a faecal nature

Within ten minutes today, my living room went from the usual chaos and disorder, to chaos, disorder, and so much poo. Was changing smileyboy's mildly dirty nappy when curlyhead looked at me with panic in her eyes, whinced 'Mummeeeeeey' and let out a rather wet fart. Left smileyboy nappyless but clean on the changing mat, lifted curlyhead under the arms and whooshed her, superman style, to the bathroom. Most of it went in the toilet, apart from a lump that was lost into the husbands discarded socks on the bathroom floor. A pile of washing and some good handwashing later and I lead curlyhead, naked from the waist down, into the living room. Smileyboy was not on his changing mat. He had wriggled/rolled to the other end of the living room. Unfortunately, somewhere along this epic journey of his, his newlyintroducedtosolids bowels had exploded in a fudge of undigested carrot and yuck. And it was everywhere. EVERYWHERE. And he looked so so happy with himself, kicking around his chubby, shit covered legs and grabbing his pooey feet like it was the best fun in the world. Brilliant.