Uh-oh.
And it wasn't just any run of the mill getting-into-something-she-shouldn't-be-getting-into episode. After looking at all of the evidence, I had figured out that she had pushed a chair up to the countertop, climbed up on the countertop, opened the cupboard, fished out the Nutella, pushed the chair she used to do the climbing back, sat her booty down, opened the jar, grabbed her favorite spoon, and went to town. The Hazelnut goodness was found on the floor, smeared on the table, all over her face, hands and pajamas - I even found some in her hair.
I think it is safe to say that my girl likes Nutella; no?
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