Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The price of toast.

Pookie asked me a couple minutes ago if I wanted a piece of toast.  He even asked if I wanted butter on it.  What a thoughtful boy!  I thanked him and smiled to myself thinking, I'm so glad I taught him how to use the toaster oven.

Then I smelled a smell I have never smelled before but instantly knew what it was-- a smell that caused my stomach to turn and me to leap out of my computer chair to the rescue.

A quarter bag of peanut butter M&M's were dying on top of the toaster oven.

I guess when you're only 8 years old and particularly small for your age, you can't see the top of the toaster oven. 


Lisa said...

oh noooo! Not the peanut butter m&m's! tragic day. I will eat a few in your memory. :(

JoMamma said...

before I read this I am going to make me a piece of toast. I hope I won't be upset when I sit back down and read it.

JoMamma said...

Sorry about the M&Ms. My toast is so yummy. Thanks for the suggestion.

Laurie/Mom/Grandma said...

Ahh, but having toast made for you, I think that's worth a quarter bag of M&Ms.

Momza said...

you have the funniest stories! it's never boring at your house! love it!


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