I was upstairs on Saturday working on something in the bedroom while Adam and Autumn were entertaining themselves down stairs. All of the sudden I hear, "Oh no. No, no, no, no," from Adam. I was still working on Autumn's dresser, so I was assuming the worst in the form of paint. I passed Adam on the stairs and asked him what was wrong and he said, "Don't go over there."
I surveyed the dresser, the paint can, the brush - all intact and as I'd left them. That's when I saw this:
All I could do was laugh. I thought it was hilarious. I was also grateful she found the travel size baby powder instead of a full-size bottle. That could have been disastrous. With the help of the vacuum and a feather duster, we got it all cleaned up. I immediately thought of my sister, who has had this problem numerous times before.
This is my nephew Anthony. I guess mischievous tendencies run in the family. Hey - at least our family room smells baby fresh!