My husband and I attended a 50th wedding anniversary party with our 3 youngest children on Saturday.  All was going well.  We sat down with our punch and pieces of cake--traditional anniversary party treats--when our daughter, Elizabeth, said she needed to go to the bathroom.  Martin, of course, wanted to come along.  So, Paul kept tabs on Theodore as I located the restroom.  Both Lizzy and Martin sat down to take care of business and both proceeded to go #2 (luckily, there were two bathroom stalls).  Lizzy was still deep in concentration so I went to take Martin to Paul, assuring Lizzy I would be right back.  I met Paul in the hall.  It seems that Theodore decided to soil his diaper as well (he actually did it twice in the time we were there).

I guess this gives new meaning to the term "party poopers".