All Hallows’ Eve. 8:30 pm. The Parents wait patiently in The Kidling’s room while she prepares to scrub every last milligram of sugar from her pearly whites. Silence. Then,
“Uh oh! It exploded!” she said.
“No big deal, Sweetie,” The Mama calmly responded.
“It might be when you get in here…”
As with all things, the magnitude depends on the perspective.