During Spring Break we were in charge of a play group cooking event in our church's kitchen. (See Spring Break post) It was pure craziness to be sure! When we were finished the minister's wife in me made sure the kitchen was pristine. (People can get all whipped up about things out of place in the church kitchen...if you know what I mean) We took out the trash, took home the dishtowels to wash, and did a wonderful job if I do say so myself. But it wouldn't be worthy of a blog post if that was the end of the story, right?
That next Wednesday we headed to church for dinner & Family Quest. As we were waiting in line I heard all the ladies on the cooking team a buzz with chatter and laughter. Then I saw them showing people a sign in the oven. Then I started to hear pieces of the story that was making them laugh. Someone had left a bunch of plastic lids in the convection oven...
I knew in my heart immediately that my son was the culprit. The picture of him stuffing things in the oven and pretending to cook during play group quickly flashed in my mind. Oh, no!! It was time to come clean. I confessed our sins and made Titus apologize tot he ladies who helped clean up the oven. He said to each one, "I sorry mama." Its one of my favorite phrases of his. He says it with a little southern drawl and its how he apologizes to most everyone. (He gets a lot of practice saying sorry to me apparently :)
In his defense this oven is right at his level and the doors open like a cupboard. Later that week he pointed at our oven and said "HOT!" Then he pointed at the cupboard next to it and said, "Hot mama?" I'm not sure he knew it was an oven......
