Charlie was upstairs, supposedly in bed trying to sleep. Emily and I were downstairs, watching TV. Just now we heard her running busily about and then a loud crashing noise. Emily yelled upstairs, "Charlie, what are you doing?"
"Well, I wasn't standing on the toilet trying to reach the nail polish so I could paint my toenails blue and then I fell off, that's for sure."
Well, thank goodness for that.