Children are bad!
Especially mine! This is what happens when unsupervised children enter the pantry. I’m hoping they survive to an age where I can take away their driving priveleges and scare their dates.
What you see here is a lovely combination of detergent and tortilla chips. Not only was there a mess to clean up, but the father of these children didn’t have any chips left over to make his nachos, and so could not achieve full enjoyment of his Jazz game.