Fire!

This day just keeps getting better and better!

The girls, although they've been fighting all morning, decided to work together and make everybody french toast for lunch. Things seemed to be going pretty well, so I took the opportunity to have a quick shower.

When I turned off the water, all I could hear was yelling. They were arguing over how many pieces of french toast each of them would get. I stepped out in my towel and was having a talk with one of them about being selfish, when I heard more commotion coming from the kitchen.

Kianna had set the plastic cinnamon spice container on the hot burner and we now had a tiny fire on our hands.

All has settled down now and I haven't heard any yelling in the last 20 minutes or so. Also, burnt cinnamon doesn't smell that bad.

Did I mention that my BIL and his girlfriend are here for the weekend? Yeah. There'll be mucho blogging this weekend. I can feel it.