Remember When You Dislocated My Elbow, Mom?

I'm getting my revenge.

Yours truly,
Spence


Why did I not get around to putting that door knob cover on the pantry door? If only I hadn't put that off, I would not have spent an hour last night cleaning the kitchen floor.

Spence, who has mastered the art of opening doors, was being a little too quiet in the kitchen last night. As I walked into the kitchen, I wasn't sure what I was seeing. It didn't take long to realize that he had found an open bag of powdered sugar. It was originally not almost empty. It's less than half full now.



Coleman was the first to find a broom and start "cleaning." As we swept, powdered sugar filled the air. You could taste it! It was like I was having dessert while I cleaned. Of course I was wearing black pants. You can only imagine. And I've also come up with a new saying. Instead of "sticking to something like white on rice," it's now "sticking to something like powdered sugar on grout." Let me tell you, powdered sugar is not easily removed from tile grout. After mopping, the floor is mostly just a sticky mess. This morning Brian had his shoes on and stood in one spot for a few seconds. When he moved, you could hear his shoes ripping off the floor! Since we're having people over for Coleman's party Saturday, and there could be more incidents, I've decided not to mop again until Friday. Hopefully we can make it.




I didn't even take a picture of all the powdered sugar in the pantry because, well, to be honest, I don't want the inside of my pantry to be seen! The mini shop vac Brian got us for Christmas came in handy last night! It was a lot easier to transport to all the sugary piles I swept up than the big, heavy shop vac.

Gotta love this little guy! "Gimme some sugar!"