David and I were sitting on the couch watching "Penguins of Madagascar" (funniest cartoon ever) when Mac comes down the stairs from their bedroom saying, "Dexter peed in the basket and on the blankets." I just looked at David and said, "Seriously...you better go take care of it." Sure enough, David comes down with a load of blankets, toys, and clothes that got hit in his crossfire. Thanks goodness for a patient dad. He took Dexter up with some cleaner and got to work, no crying, or screaming, just cleaning. After it was all over, I asked him what possesses little boys to do disgusting things. David then told me of a story when he was about 5 years old and had to use the bathroom, but it was full so he ran into his bedrooms closet and peed in it. It happened to be just after his Mom and Aunt Joy painted a farm mural on the wall. He left a sad runny duck for proof. Paybacks are heck!