When my son was 2, my wife and I were still asleep in our bed on a Saturday morning. We hear alot of racket in the kitchen, so I jump up out of bed and run in there.
Well, there is our son in the kitchen with a glass in the middle of the floor. He had
tried to pour orange juice in the glass, but most of the orange juice was all over the kitchen floor. He had pulled a skillet out of the dishwasher and cracked eggs all over the skillet, stove top and floor. Luckily, he couldn't reach the knobs on the stove!
I was a total disaster in the kitchen. When I saw it, I blew up. I was soooo mad, but I saw him and his big eyes looking up at me. I melted.
I asked him what he was doing and he said that he was hungry and wanted breakfast, but didn't want to wake us up.

At this point, all I could do is give him a big hug and laugh at the stiuation. And I still laugh at it to this day...