My nearly-one-year-old, Ria, always feels sad when I take her older sister into the bathroom to do her hair. Because one of Ria's favorite pastimes is playing in the toilet, it is necessary to shut her out.
Today, she was extraordinarily quiet. I knew I was in for trouble when I came out. (Quiet generally means mischief.)
I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had only retrieved her shoes and put them near their little couch, ready to put on her feet.
