Earlier this morning, I left Claire in the living room lounging in front of my friend's fireplace, chewing on a cow hoof while I was getting ready. She was occupied so I had a few minutes to put on my face and such. I was in the guest room making the bed when I heard the pitter-patter of Claire-sized paws echoing in the bathroom across the hall. I peeked around the corner and she had taken the loose end of the toilet paper roll in her mouth and was prancing around the bathroom with the paper trailing behind her. She was having a grand old time running under the streams of toilet paper, tossing it up in the air, rolling around in it, tearing it up. I cleared my throat and she froze. She looked at me. She dropped it. And she sat down. I didn't say anything, I just stood there. After a few seconds, she brought me the remainder of the roll, dropped it at my feet, and started kissing my hands. With such a sweet apology, I didn't even care about having to clean it up.
She just can't help being so cute... even when she's been naughty.