Well, what can I say. It happened again. I don't even hardly use powder, but Ethan has managed to empty a Costco size container in his bedroom. Twice. This time was worse than before. The thing with vacuuming up powder is it comes back out as a cloud of dust. It has been a good week now and your mouth still gets all chalky just walking into his bedroom. I hate to think he is sleeping in that, what it is doing to his young, cancer-free lungs, but what else do you do?
You still get a *puff* of powder rising around you when you sit in the chair. You just can't get this stuff out. I mean, at least it isn't red, right?
He had a blast, I can tell. He told me how he climbed up onto his kitchen in order to reach the powder that was on his dresser. When I found him, he was cooking with it in his kitchen sink. Then he showed me how he was using it as soap to *wash* the ottoman, chair, and all of his toys. You should have seen his toy rocking horse. Looked like a ghost. As with all colossal messes Ethan has made, he was very proud.
I was too, sorta.