Good Morning to Me

This morning when I went into G's room to take him out of bed, I noticed a rather un-fragrant and rather unmistakable aroma of poop as soon as I entered. I wasn't unprepared when I looked onto the sheet and noticed a few stains and a few "remains" scattered around the crib. I scooped him up, and started the very necessary task of changing his diaper. (I may also add the minor and unnecessary detail that part of "changing the diaper" involved cleaning off not just his thigh, but also his calf.) What I wasn't quite prepared for, though, was the fact that it would take half an hour to finish the job! The sheet had to be shaken out and stain remover applied; his jammies had to be rinsed and stain remover applied; the floor had to be bleached and mopped.
Much later than anticipated, we were happily eating our breakfast, the day's adventure behind us. After cleaning up from our meal, I realized that time was a-ticking and it was best to get a start on the day. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and was just about to leave the bathroom when G decided it was time to pull up a chair to the sink to play with the water. It is an activity that he highly enjoys and which can keep him busy for a looong time. Today, though, since he was already dressed and especially since he was dry, I told him no and to come along to the bedroom. He didn't, but he was quiet, so I continued on with what I was doing.
A few *very quiet* minutes later, I heard a small little "Mummy" sound/cry for help come from the bathroom.
I went, and he held up his hands to me: they were in need of a wash. He had gotten some toothpaste on them. And then I took it all in: he had taken my toothpaste, unscrewed the cap, and emptied much of the contents into the sink.
After a few more moments, I realized that considering there was so much toothpaste in one area, the room smelled eerily un-minty.
I checked. Sure enough....another poop.
All before 9 am.

"Nothing to look at here"

"Ok, maybe there is a little something."