Five minutes passed as I made lunch. I thought Blythe was watching TV in the living room, where I’d situated her. When I called the girls to the table, I realized she wass upstairs, and that she’d found the foam soap.
The other day she found the marshmallow fluff we use for hot chocolate and rubbed that in her hair. Curious, messy little girl. She’s going to make me (more) insane.
P.S. I realized as I was taking the picture that she was crying because the soap was stinging her eyes. I thought she was crying about being caught. I’ve never felt so terrible for taking a picture.