Me: laying on Anna’s bed. A, on the floor. A: Can I go get some raisins? E: Yah go ahead. I listen to her run into the kitchen, grab a chair, climb up on the counter, and hear the familiar sound of the fluff container being opened. She sits there for a few minutes, I only assuming grabbing it with her fingers. Then she runs by me into the bathroom and I hear the water running. E: What are you doing Anna? A: Washing my hands, they were dirty. Then she comes back into the room, face COVERED in fluff. E: What were you doing? A, looking at her hands: Why, what can you see?