On rewatching "Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead:" I gasped and paused the movie when catching these flowers in the background of one of the final scenes.
Part of the satisfaction for me watching the movie the first time around was not only that some kid was able to pull a full-time job out of nowhere and try her hand at running the house in the absence of adult supervision, but also that she excelled at it. In fact, when the mom character returns to the house from her 2-month stint in Australia, she basically clams up in light of the fact that her underage daughter seems to do everything she struggled to do better.
That over-sized basket of flowers on the kitchen table must really have been the final twist of the knife.
