As I was diligently cleaning one room this was happening in another...
When I saw the disaster I almost yelled, "What the $%&@?!" But I didn't. I bit my tongue, laughed and grabbed the camera. Isabella sweetly proclaimed they were making me a birthday cake.
P.S. This happened a few hours ago and there is still a path of floury footprints leading to the bathroom.
P.P.S. Don't ask how this could happen since we only have 2 rooms in this tiny apartment...I don't know...I have a newborn.