One of these things is not like the other.

So here I am innocently emptying the dishwasher I found when this.

This is what it's like having a toddler. Half eaten apples in the compartment of her tricycle. Three week old sippy cups hidden neatly behind a play kitchen. Mouthwash tucked into the lower part of a cabinet, just waiting to be discovered. It's almost as if she is reminding me who runs this joint. Because it sure as shit ain't me!