Wait, how old is Elsie?

This morning I left Elsie in the front hall drinking milk from her sippy cup while I ran into the bedroom to grab something. When I came back, there was a large puddle of milk on the front bench, and Elsie was nowhere to be seen. A few seconds later, Elsie came running back from the kitchen with a dishcloth, which she promptly began to use to mop up the milk.

I'm pretty sure she is only 14 months old, but sometimes I wonder....