Clementine has appeared in the living room with weird things in her mouth before (e.g. the time she wandered in carrying a baguette in a ziploc bag), but nothing can beat the other night when she ran in, wild-eyed, carrying a rattling package of cold medicine pills.

In order to get those pseudoephedrine-laden Osco brand non-drying sinus liquid gel caplets, I had to show my driver’s license and sign a law enforcement register.

Clementine just had to sneak into the bathroom, knock over a mug and shake the box.

I can’t wait until we figure out where she’s set up the meth lab.