(After I had gone down to check on Elli for the night)
Jeremy, calling from the bottom of the stairs: "Christi"
J: "I need your help!"
C: "What happened?"
J: "Just bring a new diaper, new sheets, and some kind of disinfectant!"
C (after walking into Elli's room): "I don't think I can deal with this."
J: "How much would we have to pay someone to make it worth their while to be bothered by a phone call at 10:00 PM, come over to our house and clean this up? Is there anyone in our neighborhood who needs an extra $300?"
I'll leave the rest to your imagination.
PS. We were out of wet wipes...