Trouble Thy Name is Baby

All of a sudden we seem to have a little brownie living in our house.  You can walk into any room and find evidence of this mischievous little beastie.  Everywhere there are piles.  Laundry that used to be neatly folded in careful stacks is suddenly heaped on the floor.  The contents of certainly lower drawers may be found liberally distributed on the kitchen floor.  Books on the first two shelves don't stand a chance.  Toys are strewn from heck to breakfast.  And it's getting worse.  As time goes by, things higher and higher up in the house are being purloined.  Still, it's hard to get upset.  She is just SO PLEASED with herself for all that hard work! Then she turns on that chubby, new-tooth smile and you're done for.  Who needs order and tidiness anyway?