Each morning last week when I went to fetch the girls, everything on their beds -- blankets, babies, stuffed animals -- was sprawled on the floor. And the first thing Claire said when I walked in the room? "I trow bankies on da plor." (I throw blankets on the floor).
Yesterday when I walked in, same thing. All blankets, babies and stuffed animals piled in a heap right in front of their beds.
As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I noticed a few additions to the pile. Pants, shirts, DIAPERS. I looked up . Sure enough, I had two stark naked babies looking back at me.
Hilarious and gross (re: diapers) all at the same time.