I'm surveying our kitchen table. At 1:00 it was clean, having been wiped down after lunch.
When I wandered into the kitchen at 2:00, it was covered with a bizarre mixture of crayons, ink markers, scissors, tape, and green colored papers, all heavily smeared with pancake syrup.
"Dad, we were busy."
"Making St. Patrick's day cards for our friends."
"Why is there pancake syrup everywhere?"
"Because I forgot where the glue was, and thought we could use that instead."