So... I'm getting ready the other day, and I notice the house is especially quiet.
Too quiet.
My mommy alarm IMMEDIATELY begins blaring its sirens, and I go off in search of Emerson (and whatever harm she may be inflicting on either Atticus or the house or herself. Or all of the above.).
This is what I see.



Apparently, the little ribbon ends hanging out of my ribbon organizer in my scrap area were just too appealing to her little hands to pass up.
Oh, and that last pic: that's her trying to share the ribbons with Atticus.