Last week, I had put my adorable two year old down for his nap and tried to get some work done. I went to check on him later, when he's usually already asleep, and I nearly passed out. When I opened the door, the stench just about killed me. My dear baby had soiled his diaper, removed it, spread the contents all over my brand-new sheets and carpets and walls, then proceeded to pop every single key off the laptop, save about six. It took me about an hour and a half to scrub everything down, even though he was "helping". I laughed and cried while I was cleaning up, though I saved the keyboard to show my husband. He hasn't said my job isn't hard since!