Last night, Miss V. discovered an ancient digital camera that was given to T. years ago. It works, when it has batteries, but he hasn't used it in probably 2 years. V. pulled it out of hiding and started to "snap" our pictures.
"Say cheese momma! Oh look. You a princess!"
And so on and so on. She then took the camera to the bathroom while she did her business. Mike, T. and I were in the other room, when we heard: "Tada! I did it. I take picture of my poop!"
Oh my. Maybe she's going to have a gallery of art someday only of her excrement.