When we made pizza last week I had the misfortune of picking up the bag of flour and having it rip and then fall onto the floor. Autumn thought it was the funniest thing, that Mommy made such a mess. As I was standing there still in shock she came over to me, patten my hip (about as high as she could reach) and while sighing and shaking her head said "it happens Mommy". Then she promptly wanted to clean it up. She actually did a pretty good job with that large broom.