Soap opera

Earlier today, as I was working in the kitchen, Matthew came out of the bathroom with an armful of bars of soap.  He’s fascinated by soap, for some reason; he keeps taking the bars out of the storage basket and playing with them.  He set them up on the coffee table, stacking them, building towers and whatnot, as I periodically peeked out from the kitchen to make sure he wasn’t doing something crazy, like eating them.

A short while later, I went into the living room. Matthew had abandoned the building project and moved on to some other occupation.  Lying on the coffee table were two crumpled Ivory soap wrappers.

One naked bar of soap was apprehended in the toybox.  The other is still at large.  The sole suspect in this crime is not cooperating with the investigation.

I will keep you posted.

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