I once slaved over a really nice fancy brownie that my son (about 7 or 8 at the time) had found online and asked me to bake.
We had a family friend over at the time and he had taken my son outside to play (I’m not sure who was the biggest kid).
This brownie recipe had about 100 steps and every so often my son would stick his head in an ask if they were done yet.
It took ages, but the taste test and smell along the way was great, so I didn’t mind.
It then took a lot longer to cook than I expected.
Just as my son and our friend walked in, I was fishing it out the oven and my son started to get really excited... when I dropped it, SPLAT on the floor.
It. Went. Everywhere!
I started to laugh, then my friend started to laugh, and my son looked furious, which just made us laugh harder. And harder. And harder. Only the more we laughed the crosser and more upset my son got that the precious brownie was half way cross the kitchen (clearly it still wasn’t even cooked to have splat so far). In the end we were laughing so hard we had to sit down and I was crying. It shouldn’t have been so funny, but my sons reaction was just hilarious.
It had forever been known as floor-brownie, and DS still hasn’t quite forgiven me I dont think!