Whenever I catch myself thinking "boy, Zoe is awfully quiet..." that's when it's too late.
The sound of silence is deafening...
She's either
* setting my clock for me, because, well, I guess having it set to the right time is just no fun
* painting her change table with nappy cream, because, well, she's fixing to be an interior decorator
* into my makeup, because, well, messing with mommy's stuff is hilarious
* into the potted plants and removing all the rocks, because, well, I don't know why
* turning my alarm on in the bedroom, it used to be set for work at 5.40am but AHA! I'm smarter than the two year old and have now set it for 9. Doesn't matter if it goes off, I'll be awake and un-annoyed!
All in all, not too troublesome... except when she opened the tray to the front loader washing machine and decided to try the soap. The poisons hotline said it wasn't anything to worry about in that small amount.
Sneaky!
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