When my youngest was about that age we rented a cabin in South Lake Tahoe. I was cooking up Top Ramen which was the rascals' (plural, as I'm blessed/cursed with two who take after me)favorite snack at the time. I heard a pop and turned and saw him come walk/staggering towards me with a half melted room key in his paw. Conversation went just like this: "You put the key in the outlet after I told you not to, right? Yes. Are you OK? Yes. Don't tell Mom. OK." True story.
When my youngest was about that age we rented a cabin in South Lake Tahoe. I was cooking up Top Ramen which was the rascals' (plural, as I'm blessed/cursed with two who take after me)favorite snack at the time. I heard a pop and turned and saw him come walk/staggering towards me with a half melted room key in his paw.
ReplyDeleteConversation went just like this: "You put the key in the outlet after I told you not to, right? Yes. Are you OK? Yes. Don't tell Mom. OK."
True story.
....and she only had one personality......
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That's a 240VAC plug. If the electricity was what caused the curly hair, she'd have more in common with a turkey roast.
ReplyDeleteShe is a curly Quetie!
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