The other night, Eric was sitting in the living room, I was in the dining room at my desk. Katie was in her room. After awhile, I noticed how quiet it was in there. She wasn't dragging toys out or getting frustrated. So I turned around, looked in her room, and started to giggle. I told Eric to come look: Katie had gotten her diaper wipes down and was taking them out, one by one.
Then, a few moments later, I smelled something in the air. Turning around again, I started laughing uncontrollably, and told Eric to come look again. He asked what is was, and I asked him back, "Does it smell powder fresh in here to you?"
We had left the baby powder open next to the diaper wipes. She had gotten a hold of it, and there was baby powder puddled all around her.
What good times.
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