Baby Powder

I should have suspected something when Josh came running in from the other room saying "smell me!" But I just thought it was part of his other random sillyness (like when he drew a picture of himself today holding a toy and told me he was holding God and he wears a belt). Anyway, it was a good 10 minutes later that he came back saying "I'm stinky!" and a curious light bulb went off.

You see they were supposed to be watching Mickey Mouse in the other room while Scott and I finished our movie, Source Code (pretty good movie by the way). So I asked suspiciously and firmly "WHY are you stinky Josh" to which I received the reply "becuz Cal got that white baby stuff on me." AAaahhh man! I knew exactly what he meant. I jumped up to find Cal in front of the TV, all the while displaying his favorite Disney character, shaking a bottle of baby powder every.where. He was laughing and having a blast. To his dismay I grabbed the bottle from him, but really. It was too late. It was empty. There was a white film all over the room, and him. . .

Guilty. How could you not love that face? Big blue eyes.

We had a dog 3 years before we had kids, so the house has long since been "proofed." But I guess there was a lingering something a little person could find and get into. I'm just thankful it wasn't harmful or staining. :)