snow in September

So my title may not particularly grab you until you realize we live in Southern Cal.  Never snows here.  Except for inside my little apartment today.  I'm writing at this moment because...well, I'm trying to see the humor in this situation and  not come down on my children like a freight train.  As I write, there are little puffs of white powder jumping up from my keyboard (can't be good for the computer), and I can feel a fine dust working it's way in between my toes.  Let me explain.  I was in my room folding laundry.  Babies are sleeping and I hear Sarah and Abbey giggling, laughing, snickering and the like.  "Ahhhh" I think with a smile.  I just love it that my two oldest play together so well.  Ha!!  As I walk out of my room I smell baby powder.  LOTS of baby powder.  In fact, the sun is coming through the windows and I can see powder swirling and spinning through the air.  I think it's mocking me.  Do I walk out in to the front room now or should I sit down while the powder settles and count to ten very slowly? I do the latter.  When I finally peek around the corner to assess the damage,  I see Sarah and Abbey, looks of panic on their sweet little guilty faces.   They're trying to sweep the half inch of powder off the couch and rub it into the carpet.  Maybe Mom won't notice if we can make the orange couch look orange again.  So in a few minutes I'll be dusting, sweeping, scrubbing my front room/kitchen/hallway.  Because seriously people, that stuff really spreads.  Up side?  After I change Tyler's diaper I can just strip him naked and let him run through the house.  He won't get a rash.  Not anywhere.