Poop eater.

Brick covered himself in oatmeal from head to toe. So I decided to throw him in the sink for a quick wash because we were running late, no time for a bath.

I pulled off his PJs, and his (I thought) fresh morning diaper, but too late did I realize it was plastered in poop. The Diaper feel to the floor and the baby wiggled and somewhere in this process I got poop all over my shirt and I tried wipe the poop off the dangling baby with a rag and as I put the baby in the sink, my poop shirt got poop on the counter. Yes. Poop on my kitchen counter. So I took off the shirt, and washed the baby and wiped the poop. And the crisis seemed to be over.

Until I came back from dressing the baby, and saw the forgotten diaper on the floor.
Poopless.

And the dog trotting away trying to look innocent.

Vile filthy beast is never coming in this house again. At least not until dh gets home to brush his teeth and wash his face, because I'm not gonna do it.