It doesn't matter what we are eating, she will ask to have butter on it, then salt and pepper, then ketchup. The other day she went down to go to the bathroom... and didn't come back for a long time. When I went down to check on her... this is what I found:
She had pushed the chair from the table up to the counter, got a cube of butter, ate half of it, and then started to "draw my name" with butter all over the counter. She was pretty proud of herself. What a crazy kid.
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