I came home from a trip to the grocery store (Fred's) last night to find my darling little children doused in baby powder. I followed the tiny powdered foot prints to the scene of the crime, where Lily & Jack stood looking like they had just finished a pie baking contest. There was powder everywhere! I know I should have been more concerned about the danger of inhaling the powder and the fact that they were able to dispose of two large sized bottles before my husband let on to the fact that something was a rye, but it was too darn hilarious and cute to be serious right then. 
