It was left on the kitchen table after breakfast.
And...it was quiet.
I say: "Daaaaniel...Whatcha doooin'?"
He walks around the corner with this jug of syrup drinking from it as though it were a bottle. Tilted up, fingers through the jug handle, syrup dripping all down his outfit. Now of course, I don't have a picture of that, because that would just be too lucky on my part to have my camera in my hand at that very second. So I quickly take away the bottle and look down at the damage:
Until I look closer to the refrigerator:
...and then I walk around the corner:
Those tiles are 12" x 12".
It's a good thing I mopped on Wednesdaay, this could have been a real pain in the a** to clean up.