The Potty Train runs off the Rails

This post is intended only for parents of children who are potty training or have completed potty training and have one of these stories of their own. This story is not intended to discourage young couples considering children or expectant mothers (sorry, P).
On Veteran's Day, I was hanging out with all three of my children in our basement. They were all playing together great, with the occasional run to the kitchen for a snack. I did not notice (in time) that James had been gone on a snack run for a little longer than required, but no worries, Cammie was in the kitchen or close by to monitor his snack selection, or so I thought. Cammie was actually upstairs and James was unattended.
Just as I asked the big kids where James was, he appeared at the bottom of the basement steps. I won't describe every detail of his appearance, but he had on a shirt, no pants, and had his hands extended in the air. The image before me was hard to process and to fill in for the missing details, I will tell you what I said. "Boy! I hope you have had your hands in chocolate!"
He had not. I grabbed the child known as BIG MUG by the arms and raced up two flights of stairs screaming for his mother. When Cammie saw us coming, she starting barking orders to me before I even got there.
"Get me the wipes. Get me a towel and some soap. Get James a diaper."
I tried to comply with her orders, but remember, I had just run up two flights of stairs carrying a 40lb kid - holding him in a very controlled position. After I caught my breath, Cammie had Big Mug in the tub cleaned up and recovered. Cammie was interrogating him on how this had happened while I went looking for the missing diaper. To get the right mental picture of me looking for this diaper, think of a Scooby-Doo cartoon where the gang is looking for a villain, but fully expecting the villain to scare them to death when they find him.
For those of you who read my last post, you know that James just received recognition for his progress in potty training. Being the aggressive kid he is, James was trying to progress even further - maybe further than he was ready for. When I got to the downstairs bathroom, I discovered that James had gone potty like a big boy successfully, but the paperwork had gone haywire. His attempt to clean up went from bad to worse and that is when he came to get me to help.
I know that only fellow parents understand this, but we claimed the whole episode as a success. James had continued to progress on "The Potty Train", the diaper was found in the bathroom, and I got a great cardio workout in. And in addition, we have yet another great story to tell our grandchildren one day:-)