The night before we left for a trip, Charlotte was playing so well while I made dinner and cleaned. I should have suspected something for such a long period of calm, but she's not typically the type of child to get into stuff, so I was grateful for the time to prep for the trip rather than worried. Turns out I should have been a bit more concerned than I was.
When I finally reached a good stopping point and poked my head around the kitchen counter to see what was keeping her so well entertained, I discovered a thick sprinkling of salt on the counter ledge and all down the front and back of the couch (which C is standing on in the pic). I wanted to flip out, but I decided to take a few pictures of it, hoping to laugh about it in a few years. Thanks, Charlotte, for salting the living room.
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