What’s the worst that could happen?

Any mother who ever has that question cross her mind should really think twice before proceeding with something.

I was helping Billy help Jenny who wanted a microwaved pancake. Billy doesn’t get much opportunity to use the microwave, so I was giving him instructions from 2 rooms away while doing Katie’s hair. I knew this wasn’t a good idea, but I asked myself: what’s the worst that could happen?

Two minutes later…

“Mom, there’s smoke!”

I hope the Lily of the Valley scented candle will improve the odor of my home.

Update: For a while my house smelled of burning Lily of the Valley. But it seems ok now.

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