The Wheat Flour

I admit. I am very afraid to return home from every trip without kids. Sometimes it is enough to just close your eyes, sometimes not.

Our little boys are amazing. If no one tells them what to do, they will use their imagination. And result will terrify everyone.

That's only the boys room. Whole apartment was like this, covered with wheat flour. It took good six hours to clean it up and a glass of wine and darkness to get over it.

I wonder, what on earth they thought about?