Biscuit had an outbreak of hives on her hips-- we don't know what from.
So I gave her Benadryl. Turns out she's one of the special group that gets wired on it.
She watched Dora and had a splashing good time in the bath with her bestest curly-haired buddy (while I scrubbed the bathroom sinks).
They had a bedtime milkshake and a wild dance party to juiced up primary songs and then were still up when the scouts came home with a cupcake for them.
Biscuit licked the 1-inch layer of pink frosting off the top and spread it on her chair and face and hands and then continued her dance party.
Then she played in the boxes and went splat.
Having a toddler is tiring.