Mistaken

As I organize my pictures for my longer posts tonight, I gotta tell you what happened with Brett and Shane this morning.

Brett was cuddling Austin in bed, trying to persuade him into sleeping a little longer so Brett could sleep more too. Shane was up and doing, which means he was chasing Kat around. All of a sudden Shane starts yelling for Daddy from the stairs. He sounds paniced so Dad jumps up and runs to him, and finds him with POOO all over his hands. Dad is VERY frustrated, thinking that Shane had an accident, or had gone in the potty and decided to explore where the "rock bums" were coming from.
Dad was a trooper and got Shane all cleaned up without yelling or making any sort of remarks. Then he checked the toilet- nothing. He checked Shane's rump- nothing. Quite confused, Brett started upstairs to get Austin... and found a peice of TP and a lump of cat dooin's. Shane found the mess- or saw kat make the mess- and was trying to clean it up for Dad, just like he's seen us do. Unfortuantely, he's not terribly experienced and didn't know how to keep the TP between the dooin's and his hand.
EEEWWWWW!