"Oliver, come and say hi to your grandmother," Damon called to their son, who had flour all over him.
"Wait!" She tried to stop her son, but he effortlessly slipped out of her grasp.
She wanted to wipe the flour out of his face, but she was too late as her son rushed to his father's side, happily clinging to him as if they had not seen each other for ages.
"I need to clean..." But it was no use. She was too late as the white powder transferred into her husband's black ensemble.
"That is ok." Her husband did not seem to mind that Oliver ruined his suit. "What happened here, buddy?" Instead, he playfully asked their son.
"I accidentally dropped the one Mom used to make a cake. And it fell on my head." Oliver narrated the event that led him to his current ghostly state.
She knew her son was only trying to be helpful, but sometimes, instead of helping, he ended up causing more trouble.
