Atomictumor

Door opens and closes… thump thump thump… door opens and closes… assorted and various muffled noises… door opens and closes… thump thump thump… door opens and closes… assorted and various muffled noises…

I ignored this ruckus for as long as I could (about 45 seconds) and then arose to see what was the matter.  When I opened the door, I noticed two things immediately:  the foulest smelt anyone has ever dealt, and Pigpen.

“Hey, buddy, whatcha doing?”

“Getting dressed.”

“Did you have a poop?”

“Yes.”

“I probably ought to help you wipe then, huh?”

“Yes.”

I open the bathroom door and OH SWEET BABY JESUS WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?

Every. Single. Surface. Is. Covered. With. Poo.

It’s on two(!?) pairs of underware, two towels, the pjs he went to bed in, the floor, the door, the toilet (inside and out (mostly out)), and the walls (higher than he can reach?!).

AT gets up and volunteers to do the cleaning since scenes of gratuitous violence make me queasy.  It takes him a full half-hour to make the brown room white again.

When AT came back to bed, we tried to speculate as to exactly how Pigpen had managed to create such catastrophy.

Some things are best left unknown.