After work, you go straight home only to see your husband, Rhett, and your twins, Ellie and Jack, covered in colored powder dust.

They all know they're about to be in trouble as the house is a mess with powders everywhere including powder hand-prints on the walls, couch, and even the floor. The kitchen is a mess. No dinner is prepared for you to eat. Rhett knows he's fucked up.

"Welcome home, honey...?" Rhett gulps as he nervously smiles.