There’s a decent chance you’ve already seen this video, since it’s racked up a quarter-million views in the past four days. But I’m calling fraud on it. Watch it and see what you think:

Look, as the mom of two toddler boys, I’ve walked in on my share of messes. And it’s because I’ve walked in on my share of messes that I can spot these red flags in this video.

1. In real-toddler-world, all five pounds of flour would be in a big pile in the middle of the kitchen. Once a toddler discovers something that can be spilled, the world stands still until every last drop has been dumped on the floor. I’ve watched my one-year-old sit at the kitchen table and shake juice out of a leak-proof sippy cup for upwards of ten minutes. I’ve found him in a mountain of wipes, but I’ve never found a trail of wipes throughout the house. Toddlers tend to keep their messes confined to their current location, a.k.a. the location where mom currently isn’t.
2. I don’t see two kids running with a bag of flour, period. A toddler with a five-pound bag of flour is like me with a 20-pound bag — not gonna happen unless you’re talking about this kid. There’s flour on the couch — that’s over their heads. Could you hold a 20-pound bag of flour in one hand and casually toss flour over your head with another? On that note…
3. What’s with the weird spots of flour on the picture frame? I’ve spilled a lot of flour, and I can safely say that flour doesn’t clump when it hits glass. Unless, say, you’re a fame-hungry youtube mom going for maximum shock value, so you spritz a little water on the glass first. Just sayin’.
4. The TV has a light dusting on the edge. Very thoughtful of her kids to leave the most expensive thing in the room relatively unscathed. My kids, in contrast, have a magnetic pull to the most valuable thing in the room, which is why they’ll draw on my computer monitor with a Sharpie when there’s a blank notebook right in front of them.
5. When I notice my kids have been unusually quiet, I don’t grab the video camera just in case they’ve decided to antique my living room furniture.
6. If I ever stepped out of the bathroom and saw a trail of flour in the hallway, I wouldn’t mutter, “Oh…oh, boy.” It’d be more like, “GET IN TIME OUT RIGHT NOW! HOW DID YOU EVEN FIND THE FLOUR?! IT’S ON THE TOP SHELF OF THE CABINET! HOW THE FREAK LONG WAS I IN THE BATHROOM? DO THEY EVEN MAKE A VACUUM THAT CAN FIX THIS?!?!?” But, I guess you can’t just hand your boys a bag of flour, help them powder the room, and then yell at them — that would confuse them. Just sayin’ again.
7. She disabled comments. Go figure.

So, what do you think — real or fake?