Yesterday I went inside for approximately 2 minutes to check on Theo who was napping. It only took 13 seconds for screaming to ensue, which I payed no attention to. Then I heard nothing for about 1 whole minute at which point I sprinted outside to see what was wrong. Nash had hit a ball over the fence into the pond and apparently a ginormous diaper also made its way over. We got it all out with a rake and then they threw it back in the pond and got it out again and again and again. But not before I got this picture. I guess it is time to start potty training. Whomp whomp.