See the little turds all floating around Pt. 2 (aka, poo in the sink)

To understand this moment of sheer barfiness, one must first read 'See the little turds all floating around' below. Then you may read on to enjoy this moment of groddy-ness.

So, last night, The Husband is in our den, which is on the main floor of our house. I'm upstairs, cleaning up, when all of a sudden, I start to shriek: "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!"

"What's wrong?" he screams up at me.

"There's poo in the bathroom sink!" I cry inbetween gags.

I can hear him bounding downstairs into the laundry room. He assumes that we've had another backup and the feces have backed up so far that now they're exploding up through our sinks.

But that's not actually what happened.

I had picked up a dirty diaper from my son's room.

When I tossed it (a little too hard, a little too fast) into the garbage can in the bathroom, a pancake-shaped doo-doo slipped out of the diaper and landed in the sink.

Bleh!