Another nice thing about cloth diapering is having a diaper pail to throw poopy underwear in.
I was all sorts of distraught when Hammy announced (just 3 minutes short of my cupcakes timer going off), "I think that's poop I put there."
"Where?" I asked, naively.
"There," he said, pointing to his rear-end.
"You need to poop?" I asked, hopeful.
"No, I accidentally did it there."
On the way to the bathroom with a spray-bottle of Quick Job in one hand and a rag in another, I mentally prepped myself for what the toilet seat might look like when I remember, Hey! I have a diaper pail to toss that underwear into.