Butter

We are moving Maria's room down to the basement (along with Jamie's) and Dan and I were sorting her clothes from Alice's. We hear Maria:

Maria (singing): "Aliiiiiiiiiiiice. Found the buttttttttttterrrrrrrrrrr. The buutttttttteeerrrrrrrrrr."

Dan and I looked at each other and sprinted out to the kitchen where we found a trail of butter smears leading from the garbage to the living room. And then we found this:

She likes butter. Big deal.