Monday, September 12, 2011

Flour

Jordan came walking upstairs one day covered in a light dusting of flour. I immediately knew he had been down in the food storage and had gotten into the container of flour. It made me chuckle just a bit and I told him I needed a picture of him. He was so embarrassed that I had figured out what he had been doing that he walked over to me backwards and then wouldn't open his eyes while I took a picture.

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