You laid in the bathroom for some hours without much happening - Emily used the toilet once and a while later the mother changed Baby Logan's diaper. The view of yellow, liquid poop covering his butt and the diaper reminded you you were better off even as a stain of baby puke.
Then, a tall man opened the bathroom door - probably the father. "Emily, time to get ready for bed!" he called. "But I'm not tired yet!", you heard the girl whine. "Ok, you can help me do the laundry first, but then you brush your teeth." - what kind of a lame offer was that? Emily seemed to think otherwise, though, as she came running and picked you up, apparently remembered the afternoon's walk and started to giggle again, pointing at you. "Look, Logan puked all over mommy!" "Yuck! Gross, better put it in the machine quickly!" - Emily did as she was told and you got buried under all kinds of dirty clothes. You heard a dull thud when the door was closed and a "clonk" when the machine was turned on. Then, everything started to rotate and you heard water rushing in. Thankfully, a transformation freed you from the washing machine and you became...