Take a guess

Take a guess at what you are looking at in the picture below.

First, here is some background information.

This happened about 10 minutes before bed time.

After the day started at 6:30AM with bounding out of bed and a declaration that she was miraculously healed, despite the day before having a temp around 102.5 most of the day and spending time at both urgent care then the ER with concerns it might be her appendix.  THANKFULLY it was not, but it was an intense Friday afternoon and truly CJ was back to her normal self bright and early.

After a wonderful, and exceptionally received supper made entirely from scratch and the top of my head, roasted butternut squash soup with peas and carrots.  To which after each bite Sweetness exclaimed, "OH. MY. GOSH. I LOVE THIS!" And CJ thought it so good she said her head would crack open.  It was a good thing even though it sounds horrible in print. Everyone had seconds and Kjetil thought it so good he made a little face mask for himself of it.

This was at the end of a day that the children had lost their listening ears.  Or so I thought.  It turns out they only understood French that day.  And by French I mean the romantic language French that I do not speak. Not the swearing kind of french, that I really do try not to use, but I am only human and on certain days, at certain times, one might hear "french" coming from my mouth.
I think that it was French that their little ears were listening to that day because as CJ did her music homework she asked me, "is this a French E?" "Is this a French C?" and so on and so on. In case you were wondering, it was all in English and music is a very universal language.

Ten minutes before this incident took place, CJ was humming, stopped and asked if she was giving me a headache, "no", so she began again with more intensity.  "Are you trying to give me a headache?" "Yes, then I'll bring you a glass of water".  Oh the sparkle in her eye...and what is to come as she gets older.

Then Sweetness wandered into the room and asked "What happened?"

"Nothing. Did something happen?"

"I don't know, where's my...oh there it is." She picks up her bowl of sweet potato cubes and begins munching on them aimlessly wandering the room.

Very nonchalantly she says between bites, "Kjetil pooped on the bed."

And there it is....the answer to What happened?  Not the answer to what is in this picture.

As I was getting him off the top bunk and as patiently as I could saying how we don't poop on beds, Sweetness stood casually in the door way and said, "no, poop on the floor".

What? I looked around...there was no poop on the floor.

"Where did he poop on the floor, I don't see it."

"Panther ate it."

             (***pause, I'm sorry, you probably didn't see that coming and I certainly did not intend to upset your stomach, hold on a bit longer and  you'll get to the picture, I promise)

"oh, where WAS it?"  If it was there, it was completely gone and well cleaned up.  Normally I just call Panther to the kitchen to get the crumbs after a meal, but she knows her role as clean up crew I guess.

I moved the little man to the toilet, in case he wasn't finished.  I stripped the bed and tried to stop laughing uncontrollably.  At that moment it was either laugh or cry, and while it had been a long couple of days...laughing gives a better ab workout and I had skipped mine all week.


I returned to the bathroom to finish cleaning him up and hopefully stick him right into bed.  That is when I found this:

We've been hit by the blob, or flubber.

Slime from a frog?

Your turn....What is it?