The Lily Chronicles: Trouble with Toilets

The Lily Girl, awake and chipper at 2:30 am.  Every night.

Preface:
Most of you are familiar with the fact that my second-born child is possessed.  In the womb she entertained herself by kicking me constantly, stretching into a fully horizontal position, doing somersaults,  jumping up and down on my pelivc floor,  and/or positioning herself on top of my right ovary (inducing massive levels of pain… think broken femur) for the majority of her stay.

Since arriving Earth-side, she has found myriad other ways to while away her time.  Read:  she is the most mischievous angel-straight-from-heaven you ever did meet.  I’ve tried to capture many of these moments on camera so that I might someday say, “Dearest daughter, you owe it to me to take care of me in my old age because LOOK at all these shenanigans I put up with.”  I thought I might make a blog post about her endeavors of evil; however, upon compiling the collected photos last night, I discovered that I had well over eighty – far too many for one post.  So without further ado, I bring you The Lily Chronicles.  These posts are dedicated to the Children Jones, who delight in Lily’s wickedness.
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It’s unclear whether Lily is aware of why toilets were actually invented, but she has found several alternative uses for the objects:

A swimming pool:

A reading chair:

A washing machine:

A toy box:

And in addition to misusing toilets, she seems to think plungers make perfect walking sticks. 

There is some evidence that she understands the measure of the commode’s creation.  The other day I walked into the bathroom to find this scene:

Me: What’s that, Lily?

Lily:  Bunny go pee. 

She then closed her eyes and nodded several times, as is her way when she knows something to be true.