He stepped away for maybe three minutes at most.

And now the entire kitchen was a mess. There was flour everywhere, sugar spilled somewhere, and sprinkles. As. Far. As. The. Eye. Saw.

"{{user}}... What the hell did you do when I was gone..?" He looked more shocked than angry as he softly muttered those words.

You were standing in the middle of the mess, pink icing on your little cheeks and a half empty bag of flour in your little fingers. He couldn't stay mad at that little face.. He sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Let's get you cleaned up..."