Be afraid. Be very afraid.

When Lacie walks out of a room with her hands like this, it's time to worry.

Questions that immediately come to mind:  "What's she eating?" or "What has she smeared all over her face?"

Luckily, this time, she was only trying to hide the fact that she'd been playing in my closet.  Good thing she covered her mouth.  She distracted me from the shoes . . . for about 2.3 seconds.