Most nights we have to spend a little bit of time getting the older two to bed. They not only share a room, but a bed as well. They tend to get into arguments on who gets what book, toy, and/or side of the bed. On this particular night we went through the usual routine and then it became quiet. Like most nights we assumed they had passed out. That was until I heard a little knock on the door. It was Morgan. "Mommy, Rylee's getting into the powder." I knew it couldn't be good, I knew it was bad when Paul yelled "Oh my God!", but I still really wasn't prepared for the mess.
This kid dumped out an entire huge bottle of powder everywhere. On herself, all of the bed, the floor, stuffed animals, the toys, etc. You name it and it had powder on it.
No, their sheets are not that white, that is mass amounts of powder. When you walked into their room it was a like a cloud of powder-smoke.
Even her hair was literally white.
Why stop now?
The face of a VERY ornery almost 2 year old.
No, she did not in fact spill powder by the door, that is how much was coming off her as she walked around. She looked like Pigpen from Charlie Brown.
Oh Rylee, you always manage to keep us on our toes!
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