Yesterday afternoon I found a soggy diaper tossed on the stairs. It’s not unusual to see such a sight, since Evan strips and throws everything on the steps, whenever he can get away with it. I casually grabbed it to put it in the diaper pail and out rolled a, umm, whatever cute euphemism you like to use for poop. It danced down the steps like Mr. Hankey and landed near the cat’s litter box. I thought about putting it in the cat’s potty just to see what Doug would say (“Something’s wrong with the cat!”), but decided it might discourage the cat from continuing usage of that spot. So, I put the entire mess in the trashcan. The trashcan beside Doug’s desk. Poop humor is big in households with lots of children.