My mom is going to love this one.
One of the favorite family stories about my childhood goes along with the following picture:
That would be me, at about age four, standing in a room covered in baby powder.
Yep, guilty as charged.
Apparently, I wandered into Brandon's bedroom one day and discovered the container of baby powder. I decided it would be fun if it "snowed" in my room, so I coated everything in sight. My mom says that she started smelling something really nice, so she came to investigate. After she followed a series of little white footprints on our dark brown carpet, she found the mess. The best part? I didn't get into trouble, because everyone was too busy laughing and taking pictures. Hee hee...
I'm about to have four small children, the oldest of which is the age I was when this photo was taken. This makes me a little nervous. I'm so glad we don't use baby powder.
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