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.