Afraid to even consider the possibilities, I wiped the crud off her lips and tentatively took a sniff.
It smelled... clean.
"Is that SOAP?!" I asked, incredulously.
"Suhp," she repeated, nodding.
I demanded to be led to the scene of the crime. Tiny fingers wrapped around my hand and dragged me down the hall and into my bedroom.
I can imagine what you're wondering at this point, so I'll just go ahead and confirm it for you. Yes, that is my deodorant. Yes, those are very small teeth scrapes. No, they were not there yesterday.
I CANNOT WAIT for her to bring a boyfriend home.