Messes...they come with the territory

Yesterday, Brandon noticed that Porter was being really quiet, so he went to check on him. This is what he saw. All I hear is an "Oh,no! Angela, you better come here! And bring your camera." I didn't really want to know what Porter was doing, but knew I didn't have a choice. He was exploring the linen closet and had found an open box of starch that I use to make silly puddy. I have to admit, I thought I was going to find something much worse, so I was glad it was just starch. It vacuumed right up. I am used to the messes my brothers used to make when they were Porter's age, like dumping ingredients on the floor in their room to make cookies, or rolling a watermelon down the stairs! Kids and messes just go together.