We were sitting at the table eating dinner when I began smelling something burning. I knew I had turned the oven off. I hadn’t left the stove on. It smelled like candle wax and, yet, I hadn’t lit any candles all day.
As I stood in the middle of my kitchen looking around trying to find the source of the smell, my eyes fell on the dishwasher at the same time I remembered I had started a load of dishes just a short time before. I immediately knew the source of the smell.
*sigh* Just a few minutes later, I remembered, as I was using the garbage disposal, that Carter had stuffed a couple of teaspoons down the sink.
Perhaps I need to buy some new measuring cups soon… 🙂
Wholesome Womanhood 