Don't go in the kitchen

ME: "Guys, don't go in the kitchen. I've just mopped the floor."
THEM (very busily engrossed in making the biggest lego spaceship known to man): Silence
ME: Did you hear me? Don't go in the kitchen. It's slippy
THEM: Err, ok.

Walk out the room and cue BANG! SCREAAAAAMMMM!!! Ava has slipped over and there is blood all over my newly mopped floor. Luckily, a big plaster, an even bigger cuddle, her blanket and a little bowl of chocolate ice cream has fixed the damage. Now, I've just got to get out that bl**dy mop!!