Yesterday's lesson in 100 or fewer words:
It's not advisable to put a diaper in the washing machine.
As I removed the wet laundry, I realized that everything was coated with slimy crystals that had burst from a diaper, now bloated and saturated, that had made its way into our washer the way an invasive species infiltrates a new location: stealth.
My guess is that Brooke, who despite the inauspicious start to potty training now always wears underwear except for sleeping, tugged her diaper off with her pajamas one morning and tossed them into the laundry basket.
Now everything looks like this:
Hello, lint brush.