Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, a mother was quietly trying to use the bathroom facilities, for like two minutes, and on her own for the first time in months. When she emerged, she discovered that her second youngest daughter, in a delight of threenager glee, had pushed her princess toddler table into the kitchen, climbed up it onto the counter, and helped herself to the nutella and sprinkles. Then she decorated herself, the counter top, the back splash, and the floor with it all. Within maybe five minutes. Girlfriend has some serious mess making skills.
Needless to say, she is now enjoying a bubble bath. And I have bleach on the kitchen counter attempting to get the red dye stains from the sprinkles off. Sigh.