Eewwwwww

I have a great husband. He gets up with Luke on the weekends and lets me sleep in. This morning he accidentally left the bedroom door open, and around 7am, Luke wandered in. He put a diaper on my bed, pointed to it, and said "ewwwww." He's been doing that ever since Nana taught him the word last weekend. What I didn't expect, however, was that the diaper was actually HIS diaper. Off his bottom. And it was full of poop. He had taken his poopy diaper off, walked into my room, and put it on the bed to show it to me. Should I be impressed or disgusted? I'm going with disgusted. Amazingly, though, NO POOP got on anything. And Phil came, took him and his diaper away, and let me go back to sleep.