Eeeewwww!!!!

O.K. so, I'm letting the boys play on the floor in the living room before their bedtime. I'm in the kitchen cleaning out the pantry/compiling my grocery list so I can hit the store tonight and stock up for the week. The kitchen overlooks the living room, so I have a birds eye view of the boys, and they're totally cool, amusing themselves-nobodies screaming. I'm thinking "cool! they're just hanging out and not whining for me to be right there playing with them-I can get this done real quick, get them to bed and hit the store."
So, I go to grab something from my purse and I smell the distinct odor of baby poo.
OK, I need to stop and change someone's daiper. I head back to the kitchen to finish whatever little thing I'm doing and happen to glance over at the boys. There's Justin, with Jason's poop on/in his little hands and the hand is headed for his mouth!!! I start freaking out. "No Justin, stop. No Justin No!!" I start yelling. Needless to say, there was quite a little mess to clean up.
I hope you can't get sick from eating poop. I don't know how much he consumed. I don't think it was much, just a taste. He did manage to smear it all over Jason's back, and on himself a little as well. I hope this isn't indicative of twins or boys in particular. I think Jason had leaked out the back of his diaper, and Justin just happened to look over and think to himself "Hmm, what's this? Let me check it out. " ... and that he did....
Please don't report me to child protective services.