Here's one from the "they did WHAT" family stories

There was a time about six years ago when Goober was three, Crash was one and I was pregnant with Princess. I was tired. All. The. Time. Two very busy little boys in diapers and I was the size of a house. I will never forget the morning I woke up to hysterical giggles. Anyone without kids ( or with "normal" kids) would smile and think, "how precious!" Not me. I came slowly into consciousness, my fuzzy pregnancy brain trying to comprehend.
I hauled my giant eight-months pregnant self out of bed and waddled to my bedroom door. I opened my door and was greeted by a winter-wonderland scene in my dining room. It took me a second, but I realized my ENTIRE house was engulfed in a cloud of baby powder. Why-oh-why did we have to buy the "economy size"?! I walked across the dining room and living room to the boys' bedroom. Back in the day, we had two baby gates stacked on on top of the other to make about a four-foot tall fortress designed to keep our very nimble monkeys in their room at night. We always ran a fan for "white noise" to help them sleep since their bedroom was right off the living room. Well, in my addled state, I had apparently left the diaper bag on the shelf in their closet. Not easy to reach for your average three and one-year-old, but we're talking about my kids. Apparently, they'd woken at the crack of dawn and spotted the foreign object in their room. Anything out of the ordinary deserves their undivided attention. Goober had apparently pushed his toddler bed over to the closet and stacked toys until he could reach the diaper bag.
After apparently squirting a pretty good amount on his baby brother ( Crash was white from head-to-toe), he had discovered an even more FUN way to use it. The fan was on high, blowing out through the baby gate. You can guess the rest. An economy bottle of scented cornstarch can cover an entire 2,000+ square foot house in a fine layer of powder pretty efficiently. I was cleaning it out of the cracks in the wood floor for WEEKS. On the plus-side... my house had that bath-time fresh smell for just about as long. I was still finding it in cracks and crevices when we moved three years later.