Numero Dos

It was just a normal Saturday evening at the DJ household We got some primo Thai takeout at Sweet Basil and settled in with a drink to watch Friday's Real Time with Bill Maher. The wife took a short break to check on SB2 at his base in front of the TV in the family room. She quickly sounded the Crap Alarm and I came running. It is tied into the smoke alarm system, but instead of emitting the usual shrill tone, it just sounds a staccato "poop, poop, poop" This goes off every time that SB2 has a little accident. He is schedule trained as far as toileting. We are particularly diligent to ensure that he drops a deuce daily, or at least makes a valiant effort in that regard. But we must have messed up yesterday. And we paid the price. So my wife dragged the rug outside while I hosed the boy off in the shower. Then it was back to Maher as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.