Paris was a BLAST!

So on Sunday we just hung out at home. I worked on the computer, which is in a room separate from LAD's train room (room near the garage that has had no designated purpose since we have lived here) where he was hanging out playing trains, taking all coats from coat rack and shoes from shoe basket, but hey, whatever, it's Sunday and we need to go thru them anyway. I could hear him chattering and he would travel back and forth from my room to his, or I would do some traveling of the same path. Late in the morning, I heard a deadly silence and decided I better go check on that...Here's what I found...



and he says to me "Look Momma, I'm driving my tractors thru the flour!" He was so proud and having SO MUCH FUN. I couldn't help but laugh, then groan, then Ah Crap! Now I have to get out the vacuum-Shit. I said "Ahhh, Honey, that's not flour" (but on the other hand what the hell is it!)...and here's what I found...



A partial container of, you guessed it, Plaster of Paris!!! I had recently cleared a space for him in this set of cabinets but he clearly finds the cabinets with my stuff still in them far more entertaining. I'm not sure how he got the lid off, but looking at the container again, it probably wasn't really hard, assuming it was on good to start with. Luckily it was not a humid day...



What really pissed him off was when I got out the vacuum and sucked all the "flour" out of the back of the truck. That sent him over the edge!



Although he was quite entertained when I used the vacuum on his pajamas!



And after looking at this photo again, guess I better either put a lock on this cabinet, or move the spray paint cans.......