Flour Child

Surprisingly, I didn't feel angry or even irritated. I guess I was in a good mood (although this was the same day that guy tried to steal from me on the bus).

After all, it was me who put the flour on the bottom shelf with the pots and pans. And it was me who let him play in the kitchen, unattended, for two minutes.

I just thought it was adorable how proud he was. Look what I'm cooking Mama!