She got me.
In a moment of weakness, she caught me off guard and I'll admit it, I screamed.
I gave Ada a bath --she smelled like sunblock.
Got her to her room for a new diaper --she bit me in the side just under my rib along the way.
While getting her diaper ready, distracted by the new teethmarks in my side--she pooped on the letter H. A regular, mini-sized, grown up turd. On the floor. In plain view.
Scared the bejesus out of me.
Then I laughed while cleaning it up and cursing her mildly under my breath.
Moral of the story: Yeah. Good luck with that one.