Fire Safety

The boys decided to make breakfast this morning. Instead of their usual, toast with some butter and lots of jelly, they wanted to make eggs. They did a great job getting the eggs out of the fridge, cracking them into a bowl and mixing them up. When it came time to cook them, though, I stepped in. Drew wasn't too happy and, understandably, wanted to finish what he had started. I explained to him that he had done a great job up to this point but that Mommy was the only one who could use the stove. Not willing to give up so easily Drew informed me, "But Mom, I know what to do if I catch on fire. Stop, drop, and roll!" Comforting as that was to know - I cooked the eggs anyway.