Our neighbor’s granddaughter brought over a play pizza pie for the kids. She had played with it growing up and wanted to pass it along to us. The kids loved it right away. I have really been enjoying watching them as they pretend play. We don’t have any play food so this was the perfect hand me down toy. And although we do have a play kitchen outside (one we fished out the garbage) we don’t have one inside. So yeah I let them play with the real deal inside henceforth always finding plastic pizza slices in the oven.
Jeff: “We should always check the oven before turning it on.”
Jill: Yeah, yeah I will.
Yeah yeah, well I didn’t when I turned on the oven today to bake Korben’s clay creation.
The smell of 3 melting plastic pizza slices suddenly hits me and then I hear Jeff’s words like a broken record, repeating in my head over and over again… check the oven… check the oven.
So we had a well done pizza that smelled far worse than anything else I have ever burned.
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