Flour Child

When my youngest daughter KT Bug was about 15 months old, she was an avid crawler with a nose for mischief. It was about 3:00 in the afternoon and I was in the kitchen on the phone with my Dad. KT took advantage of this moment knowing that I was distracted. She sat down in between my feet, and opened the cupboard under the counter and quietly pulled out a 5 pound bag of all purpose baking flour. When I looked down at my adorable sweet and innocent 1 year old, I found Casper the ghost. I started to laugh hysterically and my three year old daughter Adelheid had to investigate, marching right through the flour leaving little white footprints all over the house.