This little girl cracks me up, always mischevious, always funny…that is unless she gets into wipes again…walking around the house as if she’s a flower girl taking every last wipe out of the container. The best part about it is she realizes she’s done something bad because she always comes and tells me. “Messy Baby, Mom, Messy baby” I dread hearing these words just for fear of what I will find when I turn the corner. Sometimes it’s minor, and sometimes it her poop spread across the wall, but at least she tells me!