Which is Worse?

Tonight's post regards the following characters:
This guy...
And his buddy, Mr. Papi...

Now that you've been introduced, sit back and enjoy this TRUE story of some events that took place in our house this evening.

The evening was eventful, including a 2-hour family workout/park play time for character #1, wal-mart trip, cleaning house (in case we show it this week), dad grilling/mom cooking dinner, laundry, and then Jason took on Lincoln's bath responsibilities tonight in the bathroom, while I set up shop to bathe Noah in the sink (BTW - I got the shorter end of the stick on this deal cause Lincoln LOVES baths and Noah screams through his!).

As I was getting Noah's tub in the sink ready (by which he was swinging nearby already screaming), Lincoln runs into the kitchen, a flash of lightening, all giggles, zipping behind me. I do a double take and instantly realize the cause of the sheer joy coming from his giggles - he's stark naked. Daddy had stripped him down and let him run like a freebird while his water was being drawn. Being naked is on Lincoln's top 10 most favorite things list.

However we all now you can't let this adventure drag because HE WILL eventually pee in the floor/tile/wall - you name it. So I notice we're approaching that critical threshold and that our darling son has been crouched in the corner of our kitchen behind the kitchen table for a good while now, and call to daddy "Babe, if he hasn't already, he's gonna pee if you don't get him soon!"

Jason, who was already on his way to get him, went to the corner to pick up naked character #1 and when he got to the corner, Jason started laughing in a way that told me he was too late.

As he was walking with the baby to the tub, he grinned at me and told me to look in the corner.

Fully preparing to see the puddle of pee I knew was inevitable, I was instead met with TWO TURDS people! MY lovely son dropped TWO TURDS in our kitchen! Oh my gosh.

I continue my bath preparations for Noah at the sink.

Dad's got this.

Dad runs back in the kitchen (mind you only about 30 seconds have passed), to clean up the turds. When he gets to the corner, he goes "Where are the turds? Did you already clean them up?"

No...I'm still at the sink.

Enter Character #2

Yes my friends, our dearest Papi took care of them.

So I ask you, which is worse...the fact that our son took a crap in our kitchen or that our chocolate lab at it????

Jason thinks most definitely the latter...verdict's still out in my opinion.