At a mere not even 23 months old, Ziva has learned to make excuses. Actually she only has one excuse.
She uses it to get out of her room when she doesn't want to sleep.
She uses it to try to climb the stairs at my parents' house.
I'm sure she'll start using it for other things.
And she knows it works, because we listen.
"Poop? Poop?"
What a little rascal.