Into the Mix

The other day was rather warm. I had started the day in a sweatshirt, so after finishing breakfast and putting away almost all of the groceries I had to go upstairs to change. I think I was up there for less than a minute. I came down and heard Everett say: "Mama, we have a problem."

Uh oh.

I raced into the living room to find four children and half of the floor covered in pancake mix. Up until the point where I shouted "What is going on!!!???" they were gleefully dancing in it, and gracefully flinging it into the air. At that point, I was mostly concerned about damage control, so once again I do not have any photographic evidence.

"Everyone get on the rug!"
"And don't move!"
Lana runs through the house giggling. It is so much fun when Mama chases us!
I grab Lana, put her on the rug, grab the vacuum cleaner, and start sucking the powder out of her hair. Meanwhile, the other three monkeys are definitely not standing still. I finally decide to call for backup.
"Cary!!! I think I could use some help!"
He stripped them down and whisked them upstairs while I spent the next 15 minutes sucking flour out of the rug and every groove in the wood floor.


While our situation as parents of four children is not unusual, I believe that have four this young may provide a greater opportunity for this kind of event. When one of ours gets an idea like this, it can just spread like wildfire. There are instantaneously three other enthusiastic participants.

I give Everett some credit for saying there was a problem, even though he continued in the festivities. I think a couple of handfuls of mix may have even made their way back into the bag. And hey, if I didn't have to clean it up, etc., I think throwing flour around and dancing in it would be REALLY FUN!!!