David said, "Oh she hid one of her things in there."
I said, "Uh oh."
As she headed away from us, I noticed that the thing in her mouth was a sort of yellowish-white colour.
And misshapen.
She came around into the dining room and laid, right there in front of me, the same freaking thing of butter that she had yesterday.
David said, "How did she get that? I put it on the kitchen counter."
Yes. He put it on the kitchen counter. Then went out for a couple hours. And while she had the house to herself, she somehow got the butter down off the kitchen counter and hid it in David's study.
Clearly she was better at hiding it last night than she was yesterday's afternoon as we never found it until she brought it out to us.
The butter is now in the trash...where it belongs.
Dahlia says "Awww, Mom...I thought you left it out just for me!!" Really, how can one be angry at that face? It's just simply not possible, especially when her buttery ways are all our own fault.
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