Ah, another one of those pictures that Erin will kill me for one day. At two years old, Erin was still firmly ensconced in her diapers, but had begun to learn that doing her business was private stuff. So she'd occasionally sneak off when it was time to produce something. At home, it could be under the dining room table or she'd leave the room for a few minutes. But at my parents' house, where doorways were closed off or blocked (for the dogs more than for her), it was harder to find some privacy. One day, we were all in the kitchen and she disappeared. Let's face it... In the kitchen, there are only so many places one can hide! We found her in the pantry, with the door closed, crouched down next to the tub of dog food. She was quite surprised to have been found out, but sure enough, she'd gone in there to do her thing. Oh, and that sweatshirt she's wearing? The front of it said: "Warning: I am two." Truer words were never spoken.
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