When it came time to add the flour, I ran to the other room to grab our extra flour, no big deal, right? When I came back, Judah was acting a little strange. I asked him what he was up to and he said that he had just "gone to check on his firetruck in his closet". That definitely could be true and all of my baking supplies were still on the counter so, I thought nothing of it. (Note to self: next time I think something is going on, go check it out.)
The pumpkin bread went into the oven and just a few moments later, I heard Judah hollering in his room. Awwwwww!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ehhhhhh!!!! He was shrinking and sounded like he couldn't talk. For Pete's sake, what was going on down there?
I ran down the hall and saw my boy, covered in bitter cocoa powder, emerging from his closet. Apparently he had sneaked off with the cocoa powder, when I had ran to grab the flour. He put it in his closet, with a plan to go back in there later and have (what he thought) was a tasty treat.
I wish I had pictures of his chocolate covered face but, taking pictures wasn't really the "I'm a good mommy", thing to do at the time. Instead, he had a time out while I laughed about the whole thing on the phone with my sister.
And....if this ever happens to you, clean up the cocoa powder with a vacuum. The only evidence of the cocoa in the closet is a slightly chocolate smell that still lingers in our house.