Thursday, June 12, 2008

Oh, Help.

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.

Dear God.

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.


  1. Tell Joel next time he is going to do something so crazy he'd better invite me over first. I love smores!

  2. Uh, yeah. I'll make sure he invites you over the next time he does something crazy like tries to dig to China in the backyard - right next to the electrical box. How 'bout that?