So finally the explaination with the flour pics. One Sunday afternoon, the girls made a tent and wanted us to play with them in the tent. Kellan had had to work really late the night before and I was eight months pregnant, so we were both really tired and ended up falling asleep in the tent. A while later we awoke to the sound of clanging pots and pans. "Great!" I thought, "Their into the pans again." So I stick my head out of the tent and can just see into the kitchen, but instead of seeing the kitchen, all I can see is a cloud of very fine white dust. Yep, my kitchen was completely covered in 15 lbs of flour. And we're not just talking the floor. It was in all of the drawers, and all of the pots and pans which had all been pulled out. And right in the middle of it were two little girls throwing it up in the air and shouting, "Sparkles! Sparkles!"Anyway, it wouldn't have been so bad except the week before they had flooded the bathroom in about two minutes- the people beneath us had water dripping from their bathroom ceiling. And, just that morning they had woken up early and very quietly to make sure they didn't wake us up, they emptied the entire contents of my sisters purse (she had forgotten it the night before) leaving a trail of stamps( an entire book of them) and change throughout the house. Also, they ate a whole pack of Trident gum. Well, at least we get cheap entertainment by taking pictures!
