My suggestion for this Mom, add a pinch of salt, a little water and bake them at 350 degrees until lightly brown.
Posted on Youtube 11-17-11 not 2001
Contrived.
Fake, too evenly spread about.
Time to get the rod
My daughter “cleaned” my couch with vaseline once.
That mom has to be the most reserved woman in the entire known universe. What a saint.
Thankfully, no permanent damage, but lots and lots of vacuuming and cleaning ahead.
ya....Mom seems real upset....
Clealy the tykes have sensed her disapproval and will not misbehave in this manner again.....
Video Cams seem to bring out the stupid in people.
1. Why does this woman have a camera in her hands instead of a vacuum cleaner (as god intended)?
2. As her vocabulary does not seem to extend beyond “oh my gosh,” I fear for the mental development of her kids.
Children to blame? Sure it wasn’t Bush?
Fake or real this family is very lucky, flour is very explosive, ever hear of a flour mill explosion. A small spark as in a pilot light on a stove or furnace could have leveled the house killing everyone. If this was a stunt by the adults they should be charged with endangering the children’s safety.
Looks like they had a lot of fun. Terrific thing for mom to have to confront when she’s sick. And the awful thing is, it can’t be vacuumed up—the flour will instantly clog the vacuum filter. What a mess! Sell those kids to the gypsies.
HAHAHA: My 3 yr. old, plastered my kitchen cabinets with CRISCO. Finger painting is fun.
On another day, my good friend Matt and myself, decided to make a T-pee tent out of an old wool army blanket, inside their garage, right next to the tank of gasoline and terpentine. As the smoke billowed from our T-Pee we were finally forced to evacuate the building, though at the time we thought it great fun,...until his dad and my Dad came home. We got in trouble with our partents.
I decided I liked fire. I was well on my way to becoming a pyromaniac, even to the point of being threatened by my Dad. So, my last fire, just behind the cedar plantar box of our neighbors me and my other good friend, Jeffrey,....we started our last fire. It was about 4:00 p.m. in the afternoon...just a few minutes before my Dad got home. But not to worry. He could not see us behind the plantar box...so I thought. And I was right. But he could see the billowing smoke arising from behind the plantar box. Now all he had to do was examine the probability that I was the instigator. He came, straight as an arrow to me and...well I got in trouble with my parents....but he did impress upon me the need that I not play with fire anymore...and I didn't until I got married....and my wife and I were 1/2 way through building our home on our farm. So I picked up a lot of small pieces of lumber and paper from the yard and made a very large pile...that February....in a 35 knot wind....in a drought......with only a very small 1/2 inch, 25 foot garden hose....As the fire expanded to the pasture and toward the house, I told my 3 daughters...."Don't tell your mother about this"....whereupon the three of them ran to their mother to tell them what their Dad was doing, and in fact, had done. She came out....and was actually able to see me through the flames....well...alls well that ends well.....but......I got in trouble with my wife. I am not allowed to play with matches to this day.....I am 60 years old.
Fake or not, my wife and I have really enjoyed it. With 10 kids, the oldest being boys 18 months apart, this is all to familiar to us. Although they never did that, some of the kids did get into the flour once, but I think it was a couple of the girls.
I love it put up more like it will you.
My kids got into the bin where I stored baby needs. They took a large container of baby power an dumped it into the cold air return. For days everytime the furnace came on an blew warm air, powder would blow out throughout every room. And, they also got into the baby cream and decided to wash each other's hair with it. That was not a good day to say the least. Now I laugh, but then it wasn't funny. Kids are such a joy, LOL