Getting into Mischief

Yesterday morning I realized Isabella had disappeared somewhere in the house, and it was eerily quiet (which is usually not a good thing). Just when I was going to go look for her, she came running out of her room, saying oooh, with the biggest smile on her face, and the proudest look. She was holding her treasure to give to me. What was it you ask - a dirty diaper!! She figured out a way to get into her diaper pail, and I didn't have the heart to tell her no (at least not that time) because she was so darn proud of herself for bringing me a "present".