Are you KIDDING me!?

So, if you thought the eye liner and chili dogs were bad, this is much worse. I feed the boys lunch, change Tanner's diaper, and put them down for naps. I hear them laughing and playing in their room, but what else is new? Then, all of the sudden, Hunter yells out, "OH MY GOSH! Mom, Tanner has poop on his hands!" SAY WHAT!? I go barreling down the hall (and yes, that's an accurate description) and fling open their door. Let me just say, Hunter wasn't lying. I drag Tanner to the bathroom and all the while he's laughing hysterically because he thinks it's funny. Insert pause here when I take his picture. Then, I scrub his hands, oh, I don't know, 800 times.....and then follow, almost OCD-like with my own. Then, I go change his diaper. While I'm changing him I'm sternly lecturing him about how disgusting poop is and how he should NEVER have his hands in his diaper, blah, blah, blah. He looks at me with this almost amused look on his face and says, "Poop on hands! Eat it! Yum, yum, yum, ha, ha, ha!" (and then pretends to be eating poop). To put it mildly, I've decided that my boys like to torture me. Nothing can be simple. And let me just say, I'm scared for the next time he poops.
Oh, and yeah, this is pretty much the same face I got when I told him how disgusting it was.....