Friday morning John and I were laying in bed when we smelled something really weird. John went downstairs to investigate and found Gabe cooking his own breakfast.
In case you were wondering this used to be a hot dog before it was obliterated in the microwave. The thing was hard as a rock and flaked like chalk. And I can't even begin to describe the horrid smell! When John pulled it out of the microwave there was still five minutes left on the timer. What an independent child we have!
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