Unfortunately for King Daddy he walked right in while I was returning from retrieving the scissors from the kitchen. I made the first cut and thanked my lucky stars that he wasn't wearing Cars underpants. That would have been a total nightmare. The writhing would have put me over the edge.
I threw the soiled underpants into the trash with what seemed like an entire box of wipes. I did, because I am the BEST mother in the WORLD, remove his Cars jammie pants and "rinse" them in the toilet. I then proceeded to boil my hands.
Middle had, of course, when I went for the scissors, touched and wiped the POOP on his leg, hand, arm, etc. King Daddy carried Middle upstairs while holding him at arms length and gave him a bath. It was a crap shoot (pun intended) if we ourselves were going to be contaminated by the brown production.
Here are the boys, neither of whom have CRAPPY pants, dancing. On this day I had been dancing with Baby to the Wiggles. When I put him down, Middle came over and asked him to dance. My uterus contracted several times during this scene. Sigh...