Bad: hearing the phrase, "Mommy, we made glue out of eggs!" from your two youngest dudes.
Good: peeping cautiously into the fridge and realizing that isn't true, the eggs are fine.
Bad: realizing that the "glue" in question is not actually eggs, but is in fact peanut butter. All over the tabletop. Like 1/8" deep.
Think about that for just a minute. Peanut butter. On a wooden tabletop. Gumming up the surface, settling into each tiny groove. It's less like glue and more like ... well, paste. And when you try to wipe it with a paper towel? It just smeeeeears dryly all over the place. Peanut butter doesn't exactly absorb, you know?
I had to use a plastic scraper, y'all. And then tackle it with cleaner and paper towels and enough force to make my arms feel like they were gonna fall off.
These boys are lucky I like 'em.