It Was the Best of Times, It Was the Worst of Times...
We've been visiting some serious extremes this week as far as adorableness and... anti-adorableness goes. The other day, TerraDactyl asked me for pancakes. I told her I'd have to make them, so it would take some time before she got to eat them. She wanted to help. Turns out her idea of helping was shoving her hands into the flour. So, I gave TerraDactyl her very own bowl of flour to mess around in. She was happy with this solution. I mixed up the batter while she got floury up to her elbows. The doorbell rang and I went to check on it. It was just a package, so I was back in the kitchen in about 30 seconds. I came back to the scene above. TerraDactyl's bowl of flour was dumped out on the floor and she was rolling around in it and "making snow angels." Amazingly, I kept my cool... until TerraDactyl hopped up, dodged my attempt to wipe her clean, and ran around the entire house, climbed onto a couch, dusti...