And I'm guessing yours would be too if you could smell my house. And me, for that matter.
No. It's not onions. I actually wish it were.
It's smoke. As in, smoke-that-is-in-my-house-as-a -result-of-my-twins-trying-to-burn-it-down.
It's my fault though, so I can't blame them.
I took a shower AND attempted to blow dry my hair without checking on them.
I guess they got hungry and decided to make their own breakfast.
Toaster waffles.
Only..........................
Only..........................
They popped and then re-popped those suckers until they were on fire.
Don't worry. No one is hurt. I've got a house full of smoke and two hungry boys (the waffles obviously didn't look very appetizing burnt to a crisp), and yet another example that proves my very unscientific theory.
No one knows real excitement and adventure until they become a parent.
