We had dropped the girls off at the local AWANA program, ran to Ukrop's for apples and freshly milled flour for an apple crisp. DH and I were cleaning up the kitchen when......... DS came in with a flyswatter talking about the kerosene heater. Yes, my pyromaniac dh tries to save money by using a kerosene heater. Ethan knows not to touch this heater with his hand. The flyswatter is another matter.So the house should be smelling like cinnamon, apples and pecans. Instead, it smells like molten plastic. I think I'm gonna go get in the bathtub and read. Then, I am gonna watch TV and knit with a glass of wine and the apple crisp.
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Boys will be boys...I had TWO of them!!
Three words - you just wait...
I'm so glad it was the fly swatter and not his hand!
Your remedy is smart...wine, cobbler, a hot bath...knitting!
(Mommie time is essential)
(((hugs)))
I know that yucky melting plastic smell well... I sat one of my cutting boards on a still hot stove top burner a few weeks ago... uhhgg...had to trash the cutting board and the burner. Hope you enjoyed your bath time!
I have to say..........that is very funny! There's more to come though I'm afraid. Brian, old enough to know better, has a favorite summer past time.....melting plastic army men with a magnifying glass. I'll tell him not to show Ethan.
Insects everywhere are cheering for their new hero, Ethan. ;)
Cute post!
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