The flour got a little crazy.

"I'm sooo sooo sorry, I'm soo sooo sorry, mom." This is what my four year old said to me just after he turned the mixer on a higher setting than I told him to. And, just after flour blew all over him and the kitchen. Which was after I had swept and mopped the floor.

He was so cute standing there apologizing profusely with flour all over him. I wanted to be a tiny bit upset, but I couldn't. We were making cookies, he and I. I love making cookies (or anything really) with my children. Especially when there's just one helping me at a time. It's a special time in the kitchen for me. With four children relatively close in age we don't get a whole lot of one on one time. I didn't want to mess this moment up by getting upset. So I took a picture. Then I put Kade in the tub and cleaned the kitchen. Again.