Life with little boys

*warning - semi-graphic description follows - not for the faint of stomach*

I knew life with little boys would be different. There'd be cars instead of dolls, mud instead of nail polish. I even sorta realized peeing would be a sport (one which Andrew excels at). I was prepared for all those things. I wasn't prepared for what happened tonight. Nathan was sick Wednesday and stayed home from school. I thought it was food poising, then I thought it was the flu, but after a few rounds in the bathroom and feeling much better and then scarfing food like there was no tomorrow and bouncing back like a rubber band I comfortably settled with food poisoning. Now I'm wondering about that since realizing tonight that Andrew has the exact same symptoms, same order, progression, etc. After one round in the bathroom we presented him with "the bucket" which he dutifully carried from room to room and then upon arriving in the kitchen, promptly 'used'. I wasn't prepared for two little boys to then both peer into it and play "I Spy" with what we had for dinner.