Mess of the Week: The Missing Bag of Powdered Sugar

The Banana is learning a few tricks from her big brother. Yesterday she ran past, a streak of chubby legs and arms. I noticed a mysterious cloud of white dust following her, but I was busy with other things and didn’t really play close attention. A few minutes later Mr. Sneaky Pants was screaching from the dining room table that The Banana was putting dust on his puzzle. I walked in and noticed dust on her. And him. And the table. And her shoes. And then there were this lovely little dusty footprints leading me right to the cabin room where I found the remains of a bag of powdered sugar that had once resided in my dry goods drawer. Oh yes. Powdered sugar by the pile, with interesting claw marks that alluded to the fact that some young tot might have been eating the sweet commodity by the fist full.