Dom and I woke up this morning to Bella crying in her crib, not an unusual alarm clock around here. I’d been up at 5 with Sophie so it was Dom’s turn. He went in and found that Bella had taken off her pajamas, opened the diaper box at the foot of the crib, grabbed a clean diaper, and undone the tapes and opened up the old one, which was full—and not just wet, if you know what I mean. She was evidently screaming for some wipes.
Who knows what would have happened had the box of wipes been within grabbing distance. “Hey,” I said, “at least she didn’t stick her hands in it and paint the walls, as I’ve heard some toddlers do.” I’m so glad she’s a Little Miss Neat Freak.
