SonofV was warming a cheesy garlic breadstick in the microwave the other day. He did a marvelous job of it too, since when he opened the door to the microwave and picked it up, it was too hot to handle. He bobbled it and caught it, burned his fingers again and bobbled it again, repeat, repeat. This was happening right at the open door to the microwave but he was losing the battle as his bats and bumps bounced the bread off the doors of the cabinet, getting lower and lower and lower. He kept with it, I'll give him that, until he was bent over double, hands almost to the floor then, plop. The bread fell on the floor. By this time he'd chased the bread down and to the left as you face the open microwave door. With the bread on the floor, there was no more need to be bent over like that, so he stood up.
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Right under the corner of the open door of the microwave. Ouch. He kept walking forward as the corner of the door, open to the maximum, ploughed a furrow in his back. It was loud, too. Fortunately, blood was only summoned to the surface and not actually drawn. He knew it hurt, but he had no idea what it looked like, so, now we all do.
Oh, the bread? We abide by the five second rule in this house. I leaned over picked it up, and he ate it.
