Friday, January 4, 2008
Ayden just came in the kitchen where I was making lunch with a very contrite look on his face, and said, "I'm sorry, mommy!" Uh oh. He led me to the scene of the crime, which was upstairs in our spare bedroom/playroom, and showed me a plugged in rotating fan, wire cutting pliers, and a faint smell of smoke. He got his hands on the tools used to rip up the carpet, managed to plug the fan in despite a childproof outlet cover, and decided to fiddle with the wire using the pliers. I'm guessing he didn't know the pliers were capable of actually cutting the wire and was fairly surprised when "There was a big flash right by my face and I thought our house was going to catch on fire, mommy." Part of me wants to laugh hysterically and part of me wants to cry. If I get these kids to adulthood alive it will be no minor feat!!!