I was downstairs enjoying a nice quiet afternoon of reading while my two little girls were down for a nap. Lucy had only been down for an hour when I heard the faint sound of a xylophone playing from upstairs.
I quickly dropped my book and ran upstairs wanting to quiet Evie from waking up her little sister. To my surprise I found Evie's bed completely abandoned and Lucy was happily in her crib playing with the xylophone (which I can only assume her sister gave her). It was a really cute sight.
So I grabbed Lucy (and the xylophone) and went looking for Evie, whom I found in my room. I said to her "what are you doing in here?"
To that she replied "I was scratching my butt Mom."
You couldn't have asked for a more honest answer than that. My only response to a statement like that of course would be "alright then sweetie, let's go wash your hands..."
