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Was baking brownies one night, a rare treat. My 3 year old twins were rummaging through a kitchen drawer, which I kindly told them to get out of. They both put their hands behind their back, and overly abundantly offered, "I have nothing" in a cute but cunning voice. We've played this game before, but this time, they tricked me! They each gave me an insignificant item; an AA battery. I put the "nothing AA battery" back in the drawer, asked them to go watch a TV program while the brownies finished baking.

About 5 minutes before the brownies were due to be done, I smelled a rather strange smell. The brownies cooking in the oven smelled delicious, of course, but there was something else. Something chemically smelling. I walked into the room where they were supposedly watching TV, found them huddled in the corner, giggling, and the smell grew quickly stronger as I approached where they were. When I asked them to step out, immediately saw the mess, understood what that chemically smell was, and sent them upstairs to their room. No brownies for them that night.

The lamp and the walls, I could tolerate that. But the floor tiles were exactly 2 days old. We'd just spent an entire week out of our house for the most part since we'd just had a new kitchen put in, complete with new stone tile floors in the kitchen and adjacent dining room. Tried nailpolish remover, worked to some extent, but we now have pink grout in that corner of the room.

I love this, and whoever made it is very good! Seen on the 8th floor at the Leeds Met Art & Design building.