Say cheese and don't ever do that again

Tonight, I'm ironing Ben's gown for graduation this evening. (For those of you trying to figure out what secret we've been keeping, no, Ben is not graduating. He is attending Baccalaureate Mass at the High School he works at, so every year we have to break out the cap and gown garb for the event.)

As I'm ironing, my back to the kitchen, I hear a high-pitched squealing noise that immediately makes me think, "Oh, that can't be good". Clearly, Sophie is delighting in something that she knows she is not supposed to.


And indeed, I turn around to find this.

Sophie standing in the dog's water. Treating her little toes to a dog-bowl bath.


Of course, I properly reprimanded her. But not before grabbing the camera to snap a picture.





Does that send a mixed message? I'm starting to think so. She seemed awful proud of herself afterwards. I mean, if its the kind of thing people want to capture on camera, surely its the kind of thing that bears repeating? Over and over again? In front of company whenever possible?