Stuck!

One afternoon last October, I kept hearing Chloe whimpering from her room. It wasn't time for her to get up from her nap, so I just stuck to my guns and ignored her. After a while though, curiosity got the better of me so I slowly opened up her door to find her in this predicament .
  

She had flung clothes and diapers willy-nilly all over the floor, put her nightlight on top of her lamp, twisted her curtains into ropes (I imagine to swing from), dislodged her naptime CD from her stereo, used the dresser drawers as stairs, removed her diaper, POOPED on top of the dresser (not pictured----you're welcome) and had lodged herself in the top drawer as seen above.

Her first expression was what I found when I opened the door. She thought I was going to be furious but seeing all that that busy body had done just made me laugh. When she saw me laughing, she began to smile too. Ah, the joys of toddlers. :)

P.S. Her shirt reads: Daddy's little wild child. Can it get any more perfect than that?