Booger...or should I say...

This kid has been a sneaky little thing lately. 

Yesterday, I went to get her around 8am. There were no noises or whines coming from her room so I assumed she was still asleep. I walk into her room and the first thing I see are her pajamas...on the floor. And her diaper, hanging on her cold little body by a single tab. And a deviously proud smile on her face.

I went to get her after her nap later that day. Same song, different verse. And poo...all over her hands...and face...and bed...

I armed myself with my sternest voice and meanest face and said "no diaper" and "no hands" and so on and so forth. Evidenced by her smile, I clearly was not getting my point across. At a complete parenting loss, I growled at her. For real. I think she was more confused than anything. I then carried her at arms length straight to the bath.

Gross.