Two nights ago, The Boy woke up and was standing at the gate. Not unusual. Holding a book. Also not unusual. Completely naked.
That's right--he had taken off all of his clothing and had placed it in a neat pile by the door.
Just now, The Boy did something similar. Except that this time, his diaper had poo in it.
A bath, a floor-mopping, a bed-stripping...and of course, Meatball is now wide awake to boot. He is currently playing contentedly on his playmat. I will be folding diaper laundry as soon as I finish sharing my wonderful night with you.