Powder In The Higher Elevations
Today as I was washing dishes, the boys headed upstairs to play. As they often do. I finished, and since they were playing up there so nicely, I decided I’d make lunch without them rushing me. Once I’d set out their food, I called up to tell them it was ready. First Little M came down and everything seemed fine. Then came Grrr, and the first thing I noticed was the smell.
Usually when I’m greeted with an overwhelming scent from Grrr, it’s foul and diaper related. This time it was sweet. I glanced down to this…
A powdery face. Were he anything but BLONDE, I would have noticed his powdery hair first. Then I saw his powdery clothes. And Little M’s powdery sleeves and powdery hair. Powdery powdery powder. Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn.
I ran upstairs to find his room torn apart and baby powder everywhere. I eventually found the 15 oz. bottle of baby powder behind the bed totally empty. Here’s the thing: I bought that bottle when I was pregnant with Little M right before I read that it wasn’t the best for kids’ lungs, so I’ve used it VERY sparingly. Never on Little M and maybe four times on Grrr. So that bottle was basically full.
15 ounces of baby powder was floating in the air, settled into the carpet,and piled on ledges and clothes and blankets and beds. Each footstep caused a little poof of powder and every open mouthed breath coated my tongue and throat. Every door on the second floor squeaks from the powder in its hinges. Luckily, Little M had stolen all Grrr’s toys yesterday and moved them to his room, or the mess would have been even worse. And despite that darn poster annoying me with its stupid message in my moment of what-the-hell-am-I-going-to-do-ness, I soon found myself smiling anyway. It was either that or cry.
I’m 90% certain it was Grrr’s idea and action. It was his room and his changing table. He was the dirtiest by far, and the one who showed the most glee at what had just gone down. Little M didn’t come down to tell me what was going on, but he was much cleaner and the markings on the dresser show his attempts to clean it up. Grrr has shown no such remorse.
None at all. That’s the happy face of a powdery evil mastermind.
Life is not dull with these two in the house.