You would think I would learn my lesson quickly and check on Aurora as soon as it gets quiet.
But, you see, I enjoy quiet so much that I hardly think about what mischief could be occurring. It usually takes a little giggle to knock me to my senses and remind me that a toddler is on the loose in our house.
And sometimes, the quiet doesn't mean an awful mess, just harmless exploration (or an attempt at self-doctoring).
And, no, she did not need a band-aid, she just thought it would be fun.
Except that she hates band-aids and won't leave them stuck where they belong.