Then I'm unloading dishes and she comes over which she usually does and starts touching the door. No biggie. Then I literally turn around for 5 seconds to grab a dish and she is in the dishwasher. When did she become an expert climber??!?
While I was prepping dinner I had to contain her from doing more naughty things. She didn't mind though. She was having a blast. She might not be saying, "hey" but it sounds like it to me. Emerson is such a goofball. Please excuse my silly commentary.