We recently got a couple of kittens, and wound up putting the litter box in our downstairs bathroom, in the under-sink cabinet, leaving the door on that side open. DS5 decided he didn't like the litter box smell, so without mentioning anything to us he "solved" the problem by drenching the entire bathroom in two bottles of Febreze. It was dripping off some stuff. My wife said something like, "So this is what it means to be ultra-bright, hmmm?"
That is hilarious, I know over the years we've had many of those "so this is gifted huh?" moments. But your story reminds me of a time my then 4yo DD spilled a cup of juice on the floor in the kitchen, I walked in to find orange cones and yellow "ribbon" made of construction paper surrounding the spill and a sign that said "wet floor"
