Please notice the missing bedding. Why is it missing? Is it laundry day? I have one word. Poop-ocalypse. That's right, folks. I woke up to Aiden calling for us at 5:55. Opened the door, breathed in, and knew. It. Was. Bad. Bless his little heart; he was half asleep/half awake while I cleaned him up and even while on the toilet. I had to make sure he was awake so he would fall off. He was so pitiful. Once we cleaned up, I started the laundry, opened the windows, and sprayed a LOT of Lysol. We cuddled back up in our bed and, thankfully, he was able to go back to sleep. I just hate it when he is sick. He is such a trooper, though. The good thing was that it got me up early so that I can start cleaning the house. Hope you get better soon, little buddy!