I had one of those, "It's quiet... too quiet" moments and went looking for Kate. She was in the living room which is designed to be "safe" for her, so how bad could it be?
I called her name and she came toddling toward me. I saw she had a little mess on her hands:
I smelled Desitin. Clearly someone left the closet door open and she had gotten into the diaper changing supplies. And she had a bigger mess on her foot:
So she played with the tube of Desitin and got some on herself. Not too bad. I can take that. Phew.
Then I walked around to the other side of the couch to find the lid for the Desitin tube and saw this:
Kate had decided to change her baby's diaper. That baby doll must have had some wicked diaper rash: