Pumpkin was enthused right away about stirring up the flour. A little too enthused in fact - she got her wooden spoon in a little deep, pulled a little hard, and POOF, got a little noseful of flour. I wasn't in time to catch the surprised look on her face when it happened, but I think she's still trying to figure out exactly what went on.
(Yes, she is wearing a nice, fully-sleeved, water- (and flour-) resistant paintshirt to cook now. I did learn that from the first time!)
Seconds after that, I turned around to set something on the counter. When I turned back, this is what I saw...