It went pretty well, with the exception of one of the boys peeing on the floor, then taking off all his clothes and running around naked because he couldn't find any clean underwear, then a fight broke out upstairs between all three of them as I was sopping up a puddle of pee resulting in one boy getting a bruise on his foot. Eventually I got clothes (but still no underwear) on the naked child, comforted the child with the hurt foot, got juice for everyone and did my best to clean up the piddle mess before my friend came home. At which point my own (un-napped) child, who'd been behaving quite well until that moment, morphed into the Tasmanian Devil and started tearing through the house flinging books and toys everywhere while screaming hysterically.
I got home, put on Go! Diego Go! for Alex and emailed John to tell him that on his way home from work today he should stop by the doctor's office and go ahead and get that vasectomy.
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