Jennabee = Wannabee Mommee

Today I was walking down the hallway and caught a whiff of something flowery from my bedroom. I walked inside and found Jennabee standing in one of my dresser drawers. She was holding the lid to a bottle of my perfume. The bottle was tipped over with the entire contents spilled all over a bunch of family history papers and records that were sitting on my dresser. It was also all over her. The smell was so strong it gave me an instant headache. I yelled at the poor girl who was just trying to be like her mama. I put her in the bath, but I think the stench will stick with her for at least a few days. Hopefully the air clears in my bedroom or Joe, the baby, and I will be sleeping somewhere else tonight.

Jennabee likes to get into her mommy's things