Yes, we have no bananas. We have no bananas today.

I take back everything I ever said about Tommy and how precocious and clever he was as a young toddler and hereby officially apply all aforementioned sayings to his little brother, Jeffrey. Jeffrey the monkey. Go back to previous posts for a glimpse into various Jeffrey episodes.

I was getting ready for some friends and their kids to come over for a playdate. Playdate for the kids, coffee for us. Christopher and Joey were in the living room watching good old Spongebob. Jeffrey was with me. Which is typical, as he will nearly kick the door down if I don't let him in the bathroom with me when I'm taking a shower. The lock is therefore useless. So I go out to the kitchen and immediately smell something... not quite right. I had put chocolate chip cookies in the oven to bake, and I was not getting that lovely baking aroma.

Yesterday, I had opened the microwave door to heat something up, and there sat the little stuffed bear on the glass tray. It's a good thing he didn't have any oils, waters, or proteins in his stuffed little bear body or he would have surely exploded and met an untimely death. Still, he was saved from a quick heating and put back in his usual spot, which is on TOP of the microwave. Silly Jeffrey, locking him inside.

I noted the microwave was not going and therefore, nothing was getting heated that shouldn't have been. So I checked the cookies. Done and they looked good. Then I noticed the toaster oven, or to be more specific, the telephone inside the toaster oven. Yes, the telephone, right beside the little lantern flashlight, what was left of them after the heat melted the plastic and molded it around the rack. The phone came up easy, but I actually had to reheat the flashlight to soften the plastic to get it removed! (Of course, I remembered to take a picture first as I may need this as evidence in the future to explain Jeffrey and why he may need, say, special intervention? Or just to put in his little keepsake box to prove to him he did these crazy things. I'm hoping it's the latter.)

Yes, that was the odd smell. Melting plastic and whatever else is made out of telephones and little flashlights. Batteries, whatever is inside batteries...

I was left to wonder that if we had anymore bananas, would Jeffrey have tried to reheat one of those again instead of these other items. Nah. If he put the little bear in the microwave, I can only assume it's whatever he can find and put to the test.

So is it just my kid? Is this behavior at all normal??? I expect some serious de-lurking and comments because I'm getting a complex that nobody even visits my blog, much less comment as they pass through. Ever read finslippy? Talk about popular!