When I arrived on the scene, Catherine pointed out the pot of food melting on the wall heater. After a "What were you thinking?" and "Get your Dad!" and "Go to your room!", I turned off the furnace and Mark proceeded to scrape out the heater. For the remainder of the day, we got to enjoy the fumes of burning plastic.
Our twin girls attempted this little experiment because they wanted to cook like Mommy. Even so, they lost their privileges for the day and now know that the heater heats the room not the objects in it!
1 comment:
That's pretty funny...at least NOW it's funny....
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