No sooner had the other person answered, and Conner and Micah came running back into the room, "Mom, Mom! You have to come see this! It is so cool!"
"I know," I answered, "they're glow sticks. They are cool. I'll come see in a minute when I get off the phone." And as I listened to squeals of delight (that were honestly making me a little nervous) I did my best to quickly finish the phone call quickly.
When I walked into the room, I was greeted by a very odd smell, and tiny glowing dots that covered everything -- the carpet, the walls, the furniture, the toys, the kids. Ev-ery-where.
So I called Mom. Calmly, she said, "Can you see it when the lights are on? Do you really have to clean it all up?" Oh. Duh. Thanks, Mom! :)
So I gave each of the boys a wet wipe, turned on the fan (to get rid of the overpowering smell), and let them help me clean. We soon discovered that the fan also served to dry up the juice, which apparently doesn't glow after it dries up. The mess literally disappeared in a matter of moments, right before our eyes. Now that's my kind of mess! ;)