I was folding and putting away a bunch of laundry this morning, and had Macy in my bedroom with me. She kept following me every trip I made to the closet, the bathroom, her room, etc. I had moved or removed every obstacle she found (the floss which she was unraveling, the garbage can, my toothbrush, toothpaste...) All of a sudden, I hear splashing and glance over, and there is Macy, both hands in the toilet up past her elbows in water. I yell, "NO! THAT IS NAUGHTY!!!!" She replies, "Naughty. Naughty. Naughty." And walks away swinging those soaked little arms.
I scrubbed her up and changed her shirt thinking the whole time...what in the world am I going to do with another one of these? :)