That was the scream I heard from Kristen as she came running up the stairs to find me. Jack had been alone down stairs for 5 WHOLE MINUTES and this is what we found!
Him on top of the counter scooping out the flour. As i walked in he was rubbing the flour on his feet and said to me "mommy, i dirty. i washing." Clearly aware of what a kodak moment this was i let him be for the moment and hurriedly took some pictures (in my haste i failed to check my camera settings and the picture quality is quite horrible but, eh, so's the situation!)
He then proceeded to rub it all over his face and said "ho ho ho, i santa". He thought all of this was quite a neat little trick.
Do you see the flour on the cabinets? All over the counter, on the floor, on the stove, in between the stove and counter (never to be seen again). His shorts...ya, they are DARK blue, at least they WERE. Flour was everywhere...several cup fulls to be sure.
Everyone got to help clean up this little disaster, cause ya, I was getting ready for a date and had to pick up the sitter in 45 min.
We stripped him down on the spot and Nathan took him up for a bath (had to carry him cuz, uh, didn't need it tracked all the way up stairs, i had already had to vacuum the ENTIRE house that morning cause of him). Kristen and I vacuumed and wiped, and wiped and vacuumed the whole mess. All the while thanking my lucky stars it was the flour and NOT the sugar in the canister beside it. Holy cow...that sticky would have never gone away.
But....that's our Jack. A walking disaster zone. All i do is clean up after this boy. That morning he came up to me (still in bed) with an open package of oatmeal he wanted to eat. Granted, there wasn't any oatmeal left in the pkg. cause he had apparently toured the house with it!