Caught

The other day I was on the phone in my room and Rachel wandered in to our bathroom. After a little while I heard what I thought was the garbage being moved, and thought I'd better stop her from digging through the garbage, so I went to get her out of the garbage. This is what I found instead:

I'm just amazed that it's taken this long before she's finally made it through an entire roll of toilet paper. In our other bathroom we took the roll off long ago and keep it out of her reach, but we haven't bothered in our bathroom because she's usually only in there when we are (except when I'm distracted by the phone, I guess). At least she had some fun.

Rachel has learned how to cross her fingers. But her pinkie and ring fingers, not the normal ones you cross. When her hands are slimy she must like the feel of it and does it a lot.

Here she is talking to us with her fingers crossed--it almost looks like her finger is broken, sticking up at an unnatural angle, if you enlarge the picture.