Finn came to me and asked if he could make his own lunch. I said, "Sure." and then asked what he wanted to make.
He answered, "Soup."
I pondered that for a moment, thinking "Hot, burns, crying, bad mom award." Then I said, "Okay." I kept one eye on him as he got his Ramen Noodles out and put them in a bowl.....only one eye. He asked how long to cook it for in the microwave and I said, "Three minutes. But I want you to wait to take it out because it will be VERY hot." He agreed and I soon heard the "beep, beep, beep" of the buttons and the "whir" of the microwave.
Three minutes goes by pretty fast sometimes in this house. ...Sometimes not, but today was not one of those times. Next thing I know, Finn is standing next to me saying, "I opened the door and there was lots of smoke." I said, "Oooooh." and thought, "Soup, hot, steam". Then my nose picked up a very strong scent hanging in the air. I said, "Ewww, what's that smell." The girls said, "It's his soup." I thought about it while the smell grew stronger and then said, "No. WHAT'S. THAT. SMELL???" Then it clicked - SMOKE!
I ran to the kitchen, opened the microwave and paused......."Hey, Finn? You have to put water in the soup before cooking it."
And, so, I carried the still smoldering ramen noodles to the porch so as not to risk burning the house down. Like I really feel like explaining THAT one to the fire fighters....
