powder? what powder.

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About 14 years a&0 while livin% on the farm there was as ummer day when both of my %irls went down for a nap. They were such %ood ^irls, they would ^o to their room play for a bit and then %o to sleep. I could hear them pretty well and the never %ot into too mucht rouble I recall it bein% a summer day because their air conditioner was on and their room door was shut. I remember bein% in the bedroom in the front of the house when I %ot the sudden whif of basby powder. hmmm funny.
five minutes later I smell it a^ain. I looked of the bottle, its not there where it should be on th chan%in% table in the hall. Missi was about two and Allie 4ish.
No panic I must have left it somewhere in a rush diaper chan%e.
I walk past the %irls room to head down the steps and there it was, the smell of baby powder stron% as ever. OH ^OD WHAT ARE THEY DOIN%!!!!!
I opened the door and truly could not find my children in the fo% they had created while emptyin% the lar%e shaker of talc into the air and air conditioner and over one another. They were casper mommy.
My lun%s hurt, my eyes were burnin% and my %irls were nothin% but white fi%ures with beamin% blue eyes.!!!!!
I still saw powder inthe nooks and crannies of the dresser when we moved six months a^o and boy did we have a ^ood lau%h abou that day.

FLASH FORWARD>

Last ni%ht 8;05 pm. the be%inin$ of the one show I have to watch and I have Jack all set inhis room with new toys and trucks and trains, snack and drink and we are all safe and set for our evein%.
I sat on my bed and he is ten feet away. I
I smelled it first.
shooshed it from my brain as the worst cleanin% episode of my life and settled back in.
Oh shit there it is a%ain, I jump from the bed and , and... oh Just look a the pictures there are no words for the repeat ni%htmare. LOL

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