Our meter-reader was trying to be neighborly. He apparently noticed our garbage bin knocked over in the lawn and dragged it back into place. He then rang the doorbell and experienced the following events in quick succession:
-Me stumbling to the door as quickly as possible and knocking over a bunch of metal trumpet mutes in the process from where I was working in the basement.
-Felix startling awake from his nap and letting out an angry howl
-The raucous collection of noises that only Owen can make upon departing from one room and entering another, including slamming both doors and apparently contacting multiple walls at high speed.
-Owen's summons a minute later as I stood talking with him in the doorway that he "needs a wipe"
-Owen's loud analysis of his diharrea spatter pattern (he was so excited about the way that it looked that he didn't mind having wrecked a pair of underwear and pajamas) and my increasingly frustrated exclamations that he not move and how on earth did he get it all the way over here?
-Me running back down the stairs (with Felix still screaming) with a set of ruined clothes
-Owen marching down the stairs naked swinging his arms (among other body parts) and announcing the arrival of "The Incredible Naked Boy!"
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