June 6th- "It's a POOP!"

My mom comes to my house on Thursdays.  This last Thursday, my boys of course woke up a good two hours before she came.  I was groggily laying in bed while they watched TV downstairs.  (Yes, I let them watch TV in the mornings before help arrives.  You gotta do what you gotta do.)  I heard Corbin (7) say in his baby-talk voice, "Beckham, what IS that?"  (Beckham is 2).  Then my middle boy, Parker (5) pipes in, "IT'S A POOP!!!"  Corbin calmly says, "Beckham, did you get that out of your diaper?"  Agh!  What's a mom to do?  I hobble out of bed, slightly panicked, to find Corbin leading Beckham up the stairs.  In Beckham's hand is a rock-sized greenish lump... Yep, it's a poop.  He looks at me and scrunches his nose, "Ewwwww."  I'd like to think that in a normal situation, (non bed rest), I would have been observant enough to notice his hand in the back of his pants and avoid this catastrophe.  But, really, who knows?