Last Sunday Dell was working on the computer while I prepared my primary lesson. Henry was in the pantry supposedly getting a snack. But he was there for a while, and then quiet little rustles and plops started to sound. Suddenly Dell exclaimed "Henry stop that!!!" and I looked over to find a flour covered child. Henry explained that it was just like snow and didn't seem as remorseful as he should, but I was just grateful it was flour, not peanut butter. Though it still took a while to clean up.
"It's like snow."