That's what I get for trusting a toddler....

So I decided to try and be a "good wife" and make breakfast for the family while Andrew was out fishing for the morning: pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon. I made Elliott's first and let her go to town on it while I continued to make pancakes for us. This was my reward...
I turned my back for just a few minutes and my child has applied bacon to her head. Fantastic job, Tiny. I can't decide if she just loves bacon to the point that she needs to smother herself in it. Or was she just doing her impression of Wild Bill from Silence of the Lambs?