Fun with gas
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We have one gas appliance in the house -- the stove/oven.
Tonight Eliz made meatloaf. Yum. As is our custom, she made several, planning to freeze them for later use. Also, she went out for dinner with friends, leaving me with the kids and instructions: the top two meatloaves should come out about now, the bottom two need more time.
So I took out the top two, and left the bottom two in while the kids and I ate dinner. Z had lots of confirmation questions about the lamb curry:
Daddy, lamb is baby sheep, right?
Yup.
Daddy, why do we eat lamb?
Lamb is yummy.
Did this lamb grow up on a farm?
Yes.
But it didn't have a name.
No. (We have previously established that we don't eat things with names.)
That's so sad, that nobody knew it's name...
A few bites in:
Lamb is yummy, Daddy. Did we get this lamb at a supermarket? Or at CostCo?
I think it came from CostCo.
So the farmer sent it to CostCo?
Yup.
Why did this house cost so much money?
(What?) It's a large house, with lots of room.
Like the living room! That's big.
After dinner (Z had thirds) I took the other two meatloaves out of the oven and turned it off. Well, I tried to turn it off. The knob would not turn. I tried hard. It would not budge.
I pulled off the knob and tried the steel post underneath. No motion. I put the cover back on, got a pair of pliers, applied leverage. It turned... and stripped the plastic off the knob.
So I applied the pliers to the post, which promptly deformed rather than turn.
After panic and phone calls, I turned off the gas valve behind the stove. There it sits.
During all this, I was dealing with a 4 year old and a 2 year old. They were very interested in helping me, of course. When asked to bring me a flashlight, I was handed a three-color flashing rod with a WiggleCar on top. Argh.
Tonight Eliz made meatloaf. Yum. As is our custom, she made several, planning to freeze them for later use. Also, she went out for dinner with friends, leaving me with the kids and instructions: the top two meatloaves should come out about now, the bottom two need more time.
So I took out the top two, and left the bottom two in while the kids and I ate dinner. Z had lots of confirmation questions about the lamb curry:
Daddy, lamb is baby sheep, right?
Yup.
Daddy, why do we eat lamb?
Lamb is yummy.
Did this lamb grow up on a farm?
Yes.
But it didn't have a name.
No. (We have previously established that we don't eat things with names.)
That's so sad, that nobody knew it's name...
A few bites in:
Lamb is yummy, Daddy. Did we get this lamb at a supermarket? Or at CostCo?
I think it came from CostCo.
So the farmer sent it to CostCo?
Yup.
Why did this house cost so much money?
(What?) It's a large house, with lots of room.
Like the living room! That's big.
After dinner (Z had thirds) I took the other two meatloaves out of the oven and turned it off. Well, I tried to turn it off. The knob would not turn. I tried hard. It would not budge.
I pulled off the knob and tried the steel post underneath. No motion. I put the cover back on, got a pair of pliers, applied leverage. It turned... and stripped the plastic off the knob.
So I applied the pliers to the post, which promptly deformed rather than turn.
After panic and phone calls, I turned off the gas valve behind the stove. There it sits.
During all this, I was dealing with a 4 year old and a 2 year old. They were very interested in helping me, of course. When asked to bring me a flashlight, I was handed a three-color flashing rod with a WiggleCar on top. Argh.
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Date: 2008-01-10 01:36 am (UTC)