These pictures almost speak for themselves, so I don't really need to say too much. The short version is that I fell asleep the other day while trying to lull Andrew into a nap. He got out of bed, grabbed an almost full container of baby powder, and went to town. Both bedrooms got the brunt (even the one I was asleep in---baby powder doesn't make much noise when it's raining down on everything...even clean laundry), but he also ventured into the hallway, the cat boxes, and apparently fulfilled a long-lasting grudge against the vaccuum cleaner. Pictures don't really do the mess justice. Everything was covered with a fine layer of dust, but some areas, as seen in the picture below, got a bigger blizzard. He was very thorough--he even lifted the lid on his CD player and sprinkled inside.I'm all about natural consequences. He cleaned up a good portion of it himself, while James and I tried not to laugh.