(The following is an e-mail I sent to my husband at work.)

When I came back upstairs after talking to you and then putting in a new load of laundry, I realized I didn’t know where Judah was. Fortunately he was making noise upstairs, so it was easy to track him down.

He was in the bathroom, and he had been playing in the toilet. There was water splashed all over the seat, toilet paper was unrolled, and there were splashes of water on the floor along with bits of wet toilet paper. When he saw me, Judah pulled some soggy toilet paper out of his mouth and dropped it on the floor. When I got closer, I realized the toilet hadn’t been flushed after the last person used it. Judah’s outfit was wet and his diaper was dirty and hanging low.

As I was getting him all cleaned up, changing his diaper and putting a new outfit on him, Luke came upstairs. I started complaining to Luke about what Judah had been doing and wishing out loud to Luke that someone would have kept an eye on Judah while I was downstairs. After I was done with my rant, Luke said very cheerfully about Judah, “He sure is a kerative boy, to think of a way to get you to put a clean outfit on him!”