P is usually happy like this. She wanders around the house looking for buttons to push
and calculators to talk on. Looks like a serious conversation.
And then when you get really busy mopping all the wood floors and you keep telling her "no" about the bucket of mop water, she goes looking for a substitute. And she finds Pete's bowl, which just happens to hold about a half gallon of water.
Pete is very concerned about this turn of events.
P is enjoying stomping in the puddles.
Yes, her hair is wet. Don't ask me how that happened. I don't want to know, and neither does her mommy.
And then when she sees me coming, she smiles and says "Bye-bye!" and closes the door.
Be thankful ~
PS. If you have any idea why the focus on my camera is so bad, please clue me in.