Life with a 2 year old

I don't use the oven much in the summer, but today being the coolest day since May, and since Lauri was an hour late getting home because of physical therapy, I decided today was a good day for a frozen pizza.

So I turn on the oven and throw in the pizza. About 5 minutes later, I notice a slight odd odor that I can't identify. About 2 minutes later, the odor is stronger, and disturbingly chemical in nature, so I go on a hunt.

I open up the broiler pan in my ancient gas stove and find this...


What you are looking at is the bottom half of my broiler pan and two melted and toasted pieces from the interior of my refrigerator that were, last I knew, in the junk drawer. Apparently Alex decided they should be in the broiler pan instead.

The reason they are on the bottom half of the broiler pan is that the top half was done in by a melted sippy cup over a year ago.

Most of the time, I can't imagine why someone would voluntarily go their whole life without becoming a parent.

Other times, I totally get it.