Powdered donuts.

I thought that I would be surprisingly nice, since the boys had a sleepover last night and present the tired little munchkins with powdered donuts after they had cereal this morning.

I desperately needed a cup of coffee, so I gave the sweet boys specific instructions about their donuts, their plates, their surrounding area, and handwashing. The only child at the table under 5 was a girl, so I thought I could drink my coffee in relative peace.

I did.

Then I came around the corner to supervise the handwashing and to survey the damage to be greeted by an adorable boy with an incredibly white face. Did you know that boys will rub powdered donuts on their faces to make war paint? In all fairness, he was washing his hands... but the face. Oh, my. Covered. All the way to the hairline.

I have since been notified that girls occasionally do this to look like Geishas. Beware.