We no longer use "regular" baby powder; I haven't for a few years.
Instead, I sprinkle some of this clay on a baby's bottom if there's a bit of redness.
I didn't throw away the couple bottles of powder we had because we sometimes use them for whitening calves for show at the fair.
Consequently, I'd forgotten how fun it is when a little person gets into a bottle of baby powder and sprinkles it EVERYWHERE in a room.
The last time a child did this, it was a joint effort between Nathaniel and Isaiah. They closed the door of the bathroom and enjoyed squeezing the sides of the container and watching it *puff* into the air.
This time it was the girls' bedroom.
When I started thinking, "Why does it smell like baby powder in this house???"
I walked down the hall and was met by this.....girl.
It's a difficult thing when a parent is torn between needing to admonish the behavior while stifling laughter (and taking naughty child's picture to document the event for posterity).