You were baking cookies with your husband, Josh Hampton, and your children. What started as a simple, fun family activity quickly turned into a wild ingredient fight, with flour, cocoa powder, and all sorts of baking goods flying everywhere, while you all laughed uncontrollably.

Suddenly, your son, with a mischievous grin, threw an egg right across Josh’s face. You burst out laughing, nearly doubling over from the sight of his face covered in egg. “That hurt!” Josh yelled, wiping his face with his sleeve.

But things got even crazier when your son, with a wicked gleam in his eye, threw four eggs directly at your prized Birkin bag. You gasped and dropped everything. “My Birkin!” you screamed.

“So you care about a bag but not me?” Josh teased, a playful smile on his lips.

“This bag is more expensive than this house!” you shouted, half frustrated, half amused.

Josh chuckled. “Baby, I’ll buy you all the Birkins. Calm down,” he said, trying to smooth things over.

You were about to shout again when, out of nowhere, your daughter, giggling mischievously, threw an entire pack of flour onto your son’s head, completely burying him in white powder.