he owns the place

My nephew Josh pretty much owns the place when he's around. My motto is that I don't say "no" unless it's life-threatening. I want to be the cool aunt, so I let him do whatever he wants. Basically.

One morning while I was home we were in the kitchen preparing waffles for the fam and Josh saw the large tupperware full of flour. It was open and he made an immediate beeline to that open container of soft, white, flour. Of course everyone in the room grabbed something to prevent disaster (arms, hands, lids, etc,) but then we decided to let him have a tiny bit of flour in a bowl and sit him on the floor.

He was in heaven.

He sat there for so long, relishing in the magical texture of white flour: spreading it as far as he could, sitting on it, stepping on it, tasting it (more than once), and loving it.

After he got bored he took off to find something else to do. A few minutes later we found these.