Last night my parents told me and my brother to make cookies while they went out for their anniversary. After a couple of minutes, we already had flour and sugar everywhere. A couple of minutes after that we just gave up and started having a flour 'snowball' fight. When my parents came home they found me and my brother, covered in flour and laughing our heads off on the floor of the kitchen, which was also covered in flour. He's 25 and I'm 13. MLIA.