Partners In Crime

No doubt about it, my child is a ninja. She can be gone with no trace in the blink of an eye and she can destroy an entire room without making a sound if she so chooses. Because of her ninja skills, I've had to put a lock on my bedroom door and have it locked at all times. Otherwise I will find her covered in my makeup while wearing my shoes (typically my purple Nikes or leopard sandals) while putting my toothbrush into the toilet.
Yesterday, I locked my bedroom door but stupidly left my key in the door. I heard B2 come down the stairs and go into Lil B's bedroom to see if she may play with him. I didn't hear anything else so I assumed he had probably sat next to her on her bed and was waiting for her to be ok with the fact that he was there. After a few seconds of the silence I hear him yell, "Mom you better get in here!" I ran to the end of the hall where Lil B's room is on one side and mine on the other, her room was empty and I realized my bedroom door was open. I walked through my room and into the master bath. B2 was standing there with a half smile, half oh shit look on his face. Lil B and the dog were in the shower, water on, ALL shampoos, conditioners, soaps, and face washes dumped on the shower floor and cruising down the drain.