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This morning I was getting

This morning I was getting breakfast for the boys, which consists of a routine something like this: Stand, befuddled, in the middle of the kitchen for a solid 14 seconds. Determine that I was about to get milk to go with said breakfast. Stomp over to the cupboard, pull out three glasses. Glare at glasses. Wonder what I was about to do with them.
And so on.
Morning, as I may have mentioned, is not my best time.
Anyhow, I had just put two pieces of bread in the toaster and, after a moment of glaring concentration, pushed the little lever down. I was stomping over to the fridge for jelly when Raphael tiptoed up behind me and dropped a small red plastic tube in after the bread. It came with some play-dough, sort of a small rolling pin. Anyhow, I had gotten out the jelly for Max (pomegranate) and jam for Tre (strawberry) and laid out the plates and knives before the thought, “That smells a lot like melting plastic,” finally penetrated the morning fog. I looked around the kitchen for the source of the smell. A smell that was fairly overpowering by this point.
The stove was off. I looked at the toaster. There didn’t seem to be anything touching it, just a plume of oily smoke coming out of it.
Wait. Smoke – that’s not a good thing.
I did remember to unplug it before investigating too far into the insides. Yay, me.
Well, to sum up, we need a new toaster. But at least we have a new red plastic sculpture. It’s very…unusual, and I plan to incorporate it into the Christmas centerpiece somehow. Raphael spent the rest of breakfast skulking around, muttering, “Ah sowwy, Mama.” I’d pat him and say, “That’s ok, baby. Just don’t put anything in the toaster unless I tell you to, ok?” To which he’d reply, “Ah didn’t do it, Mama!”
When I told the story to Mom she pointed out that what he probably meant was that he wished he hadn’t done it. That’s probably true, and a much more charitable explanation than mine about him being some sort of psychopath.
I will tell you one thing.
Nothin’ but Honeycomb cereal for breakfast from here on out.

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