If you guessed poop, you're wrong. Read on.
With three to four inches of snow on the ground there was a two hour delay at school. ALL the kids were up at 6:15 and so were the lights. We played briefly upstairs and by 7 a.m I was bustling in the kitchen making french toast and lunches.
It wasn't until 9:45 that I ran upstairs to put on some decent clothing to take Ava and Emma to the bus stop and smelled......burning plastic. I'd know that smell anywhere. In fact, I had a melting plastic incident already this winter.
I followed my nose, and went to the only lamp the girls could reach. I found the guilty culprit, or doll, in this case sitting right on the light bulb.
Poor doll didn't stand a chance. When I asked the girls who put the doll there, they quickly responded with the ever famous, automatic "NOT ME".
I showed them the doll and told them the story of how when I was their age I put gum in a microwave and got a second degree burn on my finger when trying to take it out. This easily could've turned into a trip to the ER. I'm blessed it did not.
By the look on their faces, I don't think they'll be putting any objects on lamps again.
Burning plastic smell is awful...and there's a reason why...the fumes are so toxic! Lucky indeed! Taking note of this for future ref! :)
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ReplyDeleteBurning dolls . . . . burning living room carpet, it all smells bad. At least your little sweethearts are okay!
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