Putting a ban on the kitchen

This is a little souvenir from the time I accidentally turned on the burner that the loaf of bread was on. Now I'm thinking that the melted plastic actually makes the burner look a little cleaner.

This is a little memento from the time I assured my son that he absolutely WAS old enough to take something out of the oven.

If it's true that with three strikes I'll be out, I guess I should stay away from the kitchen for a while.

Just giving everyone fair notice.

When's there's absolutely nothing else to do ...

Sunday afternoon. Dad was assigned the assemblage of a monster Lego project. End of the term for the kids, so no homework. A broken phone which refused to tell my daughter that her boyfriend wanted to watch "Titanic" with her (he wants to impress her, I guess), a son who likes to cook, and a mom who was feeling domestic. The result?

The family had a lot to say about the pretzels.

"Very good!"

"Tastes like the real thing" ??

But the comment which confused me most?

"Tastes just like corn on the cob."