Just when you think you've seen it all.

When people are the parents of 8 kids, by the time you get through the first four, you feel like you've experienced so much that there is nothing new. Oh yeah, guess again. Last night we had a all timer. I am pretty lenient and allow the kids to cook and use the kitchen pretty freely. Last night when one child asked to bake some bicuits, I said sure and nonchalantly sauntered upstairs to have a discussion with my husband that isn't interrupted every 2 minutes. Knowing this certain child, after a certain length of time, I told Dale to yell down the steps to make sure the biscuits were not becoming scorched, as I could smell that they were done. So one of the other kids, goes to check on the biscuits. You can imagine our horror when that child calls up the steps. "The biscuits look great, but the pan is in a puddle." We race downstairs to find beautiful biscuits, sitting on the rack, and melted plastic all over the oven. Our darling child had grabbed out one of my beautiful plastic serving trays that just happened to be stored with my cookie sheets, to bake the biscuits. And we thought we were about to have a nice relaxing evening. Oh by the way, if that ever happens to you, a chisel works great at taking hardened melted plastic off the bottom of the oven.