The other day I left Sophie in the living room, happily coloring on the coffee table, and went in to the powder room to, you know, powder my nose. I was mere steps away. As I sat there, I heard the distinctive sound of something heavy being dragged across the hardwood floor. I quickly finished up my business and skeedaddled back into the living room, whereupon I found this:
She had dragged the side table across the room up to the shelves, climbed up and turned on the stereo. My girl loves to shake a tail feather. What can I say, she just can't resist the classics.