Mama's little mischief maker

I just talked to my hubby and the babygirl on the phone. In the five hours since she woke up this morning, she (a) chewed up a blue crayon; (b) while visiting Auntie A. and L'il Cherub Baby upstairs, found Hyperactive Boy's pack of Trident gum and shoved two pieces into her mouth, wrappers and all, while the grownups were momentarily distracted; (c) snuck a piece to L'il Cherub Baby, in whose 7-month-old toothless mouth it lay undiscovered for nearly two hours; and (d) drank the last mouthful of hubby's coffee and then whacked the mug repeatedly on the rim of the garbage can while hubby dared to take a bathroom break.

All of this with that dazzling smile and that impish gleam in her eyes, I'm sure.

God help us - she's only sixteen months old. Will we ever pee in peace again?