I really need to get better about documenting all of the funny things that Zoe does. She is hilarious, and has a great imagination. She loves to dress up, and pretend different things. We've had to put a padlock on her dress-up trunk, and lock her closet, because she'd change outfits ten times a day if we didn't.
Anyway, as I was sitting in front of the computer today, summoning the energy and desire to do some schoolwork, Zoe came into the office, and I noticed there was something sticky on her arms and in her hair. I asked her what it was, and she said, "It's the crystals, Mommy!". I asked her to show me the crystals, and she led me to our downstairs half-bath. Under the sink was a bottle of hand soap, and she had apparently decided that it was pretty, and needed to adorn herself with it. She was so proud of herself that I didn't have the heart to tell her what she did was wrong.
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