…”butt” being the key word.

See, here she is, all sweet and cute, with that butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-her-mouth look on her face.  Or is it sugar?  I don’t know—I just remember the saying involves some type of baking ingredient and I’m pretty sure it’s not flour.

In reality, though, she’s waging a war with her clothes and my washing machine.  And winning.

I’m thinking about inventing the first full body diaper.