Tonight, the rambunctious three year old kept yelling down to us, after she was put to bed, that she loved us. This usually means she is guilty of something, so after a few times, I went upstairs to check out what she was up to. When I arrived upstairs and looked into the bathroom, I realized that I was staring at a crime scene. The shiny, glittering, ivory color pool and the small footprints leading away from it could only be from one thing, a unicorn that bled out on the floor. What other creature bleeds shimmering ivory colored blood I ask you? That's right, only the unicorn. What a tragedy! What a shame! The poor unicorn bled out and then faded away into nothingness. Hopefully it's family doesn't seek revenge.
But being the dutiful law enforcer that I am, I couldn't come to any conclusions without processing the scene. Maybe the little one had only tried to help and that is why she was in the room. The prints could have been from a killer elf no? So I photographed and measured the prints and examined the bottom of her unicorn blood stained feet. But wait, a clue!! The window was open and the box of bath toys had been moved under the window (the window gate is locked shut so no one can fall out) but maybe the elf was able to morph or squeeze through. I looked down and there on the ledge was an empty bottle of.....that's right...nail polish.
What a relief! There's no need to watch our backs for avenging unicorn ninjas. It was just a toddler pedicure gone horribly wrong!
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