A few days ago, I had some girlfriends from my Bible study group over for dinner and had made creme brulee for dessert, which requires the use of a small kitchen "blow torch." I usually keep it in a box on a shelf in the laundry room, but just haven't put it back up yet.
And now I have been reminded why I keep it in such a peculiar spot.
I just walked into the kitchen to find Joel (10) using it to toast a marshmallow to make a s'more.
Now do you get it? NOW DO YOU SEE???
There are, like, three different buttons you have to put in just the right positions to even get it to work. I even have to read the directions every time I get it out to use it.
If I live through raising this child without being committed, it will be a miracle.