Toilet humour is supposed to be funny

The last 2 weeks have been quite a challenge.

Lisa picked up a nasty stomach bug - probably from playschool.
Since then, the kids have taken turns throwing up and diarrhea-ing.
And the two adults have been feeling queasy - possibly from all the exposure to the toxic output we've had to clean up.

Thankfully, Bart is old enough to talk into the porcelain bowl himself.
If only our two little princesses were more co-operative.
Marge and I have become adept at grabbing Lisa and Maggie and rushing them to the toilet.
And also identifying the visual queues to throw that bucket under them before the vomit hits the carpet.

We haven't been 100% successful though.
We've found that disposable nappies are not designed to withstand such forces of nature.
Our sighs would resonate through the house whenever we saw those wet brown patches seeping through the girls' pants.
And how those sighs quickly turn to screams when we discover that they've been sitting on the carpet. In the lounge room! Aaaarrggghhh!!!!
At least Maggie would try to tell us the she was uncomfortable.
Lisa on the other hand. Sometimes I think she could wear the same nappy for a week without being bothered.

I hope you've already eaten.