Late Christmas Present

Let me set the scene. Avery and Landon are in our bedroom playing "night night", where they get under the covers and pretend to sleep for a second, then jump around a little, then pretend to sleep again.
Jon is in his office and I am downstairs finishing up making dinner.

Avery: "Come quick, Landon took off his diaper, and oh no...."
Jon: "Karen! Karen! Come up here now!!"
I grab paper towels and antibacterial spray (I've been here, done this before, or so I thought).
Avery: "Landon teetee'd on your side of the bed, mom!"
and as if it couldn't get worse...
Avery: "And he pooped on daddy's side of the bed!"
Yep it's true. In no time flat, he managed to use our bedding as his toilet/diaper.
So now I am doing laundry, obviously.
I carry the filthy linens downstairs to load them into the washing machine and am reminded as I look into the dryer that I still had Landon's laundry in the dryer from the night before, when he cried so hard (for no good reason) that he puked all over his crib. 

 It's a good thing he's so handsome.