Tonight while I was doing the dishes I heard the boys laughing and squealing, hysterically. I continued my work, thankful they were playing nicely together. After a while, not even five minutes, I began to smell baby powder, pretty unusual smell for our house so I went to check on the boys. And this is what I found! Poor Harry covered head to toe in baby powder, and Clark red handed holding the evidence. I was laughing too hard to be angry with Clark, and the boys giggled the entire time in the bath while I was washing them up. Although now a few hours later, and at least four times trying to vacuum up the mess, I am starting to get annoyed.