Ellie is very advanced. Or I am lazier than I was two years ago. See, it took Margaret until the middle of February to figure out how to create a whirlwind of mess.
Anyway, yesterday Ellie got into a box of something that could be taken out and scattered to the four winds.
And, when I looked at her and said "Ellie" in a slightly firm voice, she seemed to think that it was pretty fun.