In the doghouse...Literally

Lillian thinks it's great fun to crawl into Ernie's cage. I actually have a funny story about this.
So, last week Lilly was having some constipation issues and was having a very difficult time getting her business done, if you know what I mean. Nothing I did seemed to help her and it actually made her more angry. It was not a good morning so far. After at leather an hour of fussy-mcfusspants she crawled into Ernie's cage, squatted down, gripped the metal bars and got down to business. Now, mind you, she was also creating a terrifying and heartbreakingly hilarious cacophony of screams and grunts...while squatting in a small dog kennel. Plus, every time I tried to soothe her by rubbing her back or evicting her from the kennel I received an adamant "mo" and a very vigorous wave of her arm. It was both upsetting and comedic. When she was done after a few minutes she calmly crawled out of the cage, looked at me and signed diaper. Children are interesting.