It's not good to begin cooking while still in Mr. Mom mode. I bent over to put the pork roast into the pre-heated oven when my nose sensed something is wrong. The drool cloth had fallen off my shoulder and onto the red hot oven element. Ah! luckily it had only little flames on it so I could quickly beat it out and toss it in the sink. The smell of burning cloth diapers will not replace Ax Bodyspray or that stuff Hooters waitress bathe in.
Guess we need to buy more drool clothes on our next trip to BabysRus.
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