{the long version}
The other morning I was the only one up, so I decided to cook some breakfast (something besides the usual cereal.) I sliced up some potatoes and put them on to cook. Meanwhile, I was tidying up the kitchen and only giving the potatoes an occasional stir. Suddenly I heard a LOUD popping sound, looked over my shoulder and jumped. The burner was on FIRE! Yikes! I quickly removed the skillet and turned off the burner (all in one movement.) Then I ran for Jonathan and ran back to the kitchen...and couldn't think what to do next. I knew water was not an option, but also thought flour or baking soda might be bad too. Good thing Jonathan had the right instincts...he blew it out. Thankfully that worked and it stayed out. We only lost the one burner/wiring. I knew it could have been worse....much much worse.
{the short version}
The other morning we had a scary, but thankfully, minor fire in the kitchen. One of the burners caught fire while cooking.
{the rest of the story}
So, we figured out that the fire was started by an electrical short where the wires connect to the burner. All we had to replace was the burner (which is much better than an entire stove...or more.)
Anyway, Jonathan was able fix it, with some help, of course!
Jonathan had to make a quick run to the store to change out some parts.
First Jonah said "but, he didn't take the stove with him"
then it was, "I wish Daddy could stay home all night!"
and finally, there was a melt down.
This is my new favorite picture of our little guy.

















