Reminds me of the time Maddox made himself a 'pop tart' while I was sleeping through my first trimester (he ate a frozen toaster strudel) or the time Mo told me about her favorite smoothies she makes and that, 'Oh yeah, I gotta tell mom that the blender is broken.'
At least when I taught our friends' little boy to use the toaster he was supervised. Kind of.
:)
