Nicholas was helping me make some Banana Cake last week and was getting annoyed that i wouldn’t let him sift the flour. Before turning my back to get the Vanilla from the pantry i asked him to stir the mashed bananas.

Instead, he decided to scoop some of the flour into the bananas, and onto the bench and floor and himself. I just sighed in frustration, dusted him off and thanked him for his help. Then took the stool away.

He protested wildly for about 30seconds then wandered off. I thought ‘Hmmm… that was a short tanty. Good" then continued on with the cake.

I got it into the oven and was halfway through washing up when there was a blip on my Disaster Radar… the house was quiet… TOO QUIET! I dumped the dishes and raced through the house. Bedrooms? No. Main Bathroom? No. Office? No. Oh wait… there was a light on in the office bathroom. I slide the door open and see :

"NICHOLAS!" i shriek.
"Oh Jeezusss…" he laughs, already knowing what my next words were to be.
"Whats all this mess?!"
"I play the flour," he explains cooly.

So when Mum dismisses you from the kitchen for playing with the flour, you go and find your own:

And make sure every inch of the bathroom is covered

The wiped areas on the floor are where he was laying down flapping his arms about trying to make snow angels…

So i strip him in the powdery hazy ensuite and get Chris to put him in the shower while i vaccum and try not to inhale the freakin’ talc. I finish vaccuming and start to pack up the machine when i realise that the powder haze is starting to settle and is covering all the surfaces again. So I vaccum again!

I was dressing him after his shower and he was having a giggle saying he "had fun in the flour".

Im getting good at keeping a straight face nowdays!
But seeing those pics again, i can still taste the powder in my mouth and the entire office smelled like lavender for 3 days!