After a bike ride home from the park this morning, I took Tallulah upstairs to put her down for a nap (prospects of sleep being dubious at best) and to give her a bottle. I told Annabelle to stay downstairs while I was trying to put Tallulah down and then I would come downstairs and fix us lunch.
ALN (teasing): "okaaaaaay, but I am going to get into miiiischief."
Me: "what kind of mischief?
ALN: "oh, I'll just spill milk on the floor."
Me: well, I would rather you didn't. Girls who get into mischief frequently get into trouble."
I went upstairs, fed Tallulah, realized a nap was out of the question, due to her giggly smile, and we came downstairs. I could see Annabelle was underneath the dining room table.
Me: well, did you get into mischief?
ALN: no, I am just underneath the table.
Me: what are you doing?
ALN: eating two cupcakes.
Definitely not mischief.
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