So I was in Spike's room feeding him, Aurora was down for a nap, and Cinderella and Guy were in the kitchen working on craft projects. I heard a crash, so I called out, "What was that?"
Cinderella responded, "Part of the light. I just wanted to see if it was glass, so I unscrewed it, and dropped it. And it was glass, and it broke."
Oh the way a child's mind works. I recall when I was little, breaking a lamp that had a Chinese lady in it, because she was holding a piece of paper, and I wanted to know what it said.
Like mother like daughter I guess.