Yesterday, Conor and I were both upstairs in the loft for about 10 minutes. When we came down, Conor asked me where Holly was. I told him she was probably under our stairs (spiralled, in the kitchen), which happens to be one of her favourite hangouts. Turns out I was right. BUT Holly wasn't just under the stairs pulling things off the shelves (under the stairs acts as an impromptu pantry), she was eating mini marshmallows happy as can be. When Conor called her on it, she was fully aware that she was totally busted, and she came crawling out. However, the kid was not about to leave her sweet find behind, so out she came with a marshmallow in each fist. And of course, we let her eat both of them! Conor and I will be laughing about this for the rest of our lives!
