the toaster. Yes, it was accessible to them and is now no longer. We realized that the toaster needed relocating when I melted a purple plastic spoon with my bagel. We laughed, took the spoon out, threw it away and continued on our toasting adventures. However the burning plastic smell never went away. Nick finally made inquiries and found the doomed fake phone. Annnnd, we moved the toaster.
Oh, and the ‘special’ hamburger was from Only Burger in Durham. On Saturdays it parks at the Durham farmer’s market. Check out their website.
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Ah, toasters. They'll get you every.single.time.
Ok, I've never really had that happen, but we did have to move our printer because little fingers kept jamming cars, and binkies, and all sorts of other odds and ends into it. And that's not good for anyone either.
i had been losing sleep over that. Now i know. i can finally rest. :)
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