Last week I was working on a sewing project in my room (with my door closed because it involved feather pillows and I didn't want the girls to get into it and make a mess - ha) when Ellie yelled that Zelda was making a mess in the kitchen. I told her I would come in a moment, and kept working.
During the next five minutes I could hear lots of giggling and running up and down the hallway. When I finally opened my door, I knew it was going to be a bad one - there were white footprints everywhere. In the hallway, in the other bedrooms, in the family room - everywhere. I followed the main trail of white footprints to the kitchen.
When I turned the corner I saw Zelda there, standing in a pile of cornstarch, completely covered from head to toes. Her normally dark hair was white. She proudly showed me how she had dumped out three boxes of cornstarch, and how every surface in the surrounding rooms was covered in a fine layer of white dust.
It took us the whole rest of the day to clean up. (Ellie helped me. Zelda took a bath and a nap.)