You might as well call me the bomber. My evil mastermind is carefully secreted behind the facade of a well intentioned yet absentminded mother. I casually pretended that I meant to turn on the back burner -- no one would suspect that I would knowingly turn on the burner under a Pyrex dish. I even exclaimed “what I fool I am! I turned on the wrong burner. ha ha ha.”
Then I craftily arranged for Nick to place cold globs of raw ground beef on the hot dish while I made the sauce elsewhere. Brilliant. It was only a matter of time until:
CRASH.
A barricade was quickly constructed for the minor’s safety. No babies were harmed. I covered my guilt by volunteering to clean up while Nick played with the boys.
Pyrex explodes into a fine powder. It took a while to clean up.
