Yesterday afternoon, I was getting ready to eat my lunch. At the same time, I was finishing up the boy's lunch, as well as getting him dressed to leave. My lunch required very little preparation, I only needed to reheat last night's dinner of sloppy joes. I got it out of the fridge, threw it in a bowl, and microwaved it for a minute or so. I got distracted, and by the time I remembered that it was in the microwave, it had already cooled back down.

I covered it back up with a paper towel, then set the microwave to cook it for another 30 seconds. Then I went off to chase the boy before he reached the doormat and started trying to put my shoes in his mouth. Again.

A couple of minutes later, some faint popping noises prompted me to go back in the kitchen. I was, needless to say, quite surprised to see that the microwave was not only still going, but that it still had 45 seconds to go.

Apparently, I set it to three minutes instead of 30 seconds. Rather than rushing to clean this mess up while it was still relatively fresh, I ran and got the camera. It kind of reminded me of the microwave in my college dorm room, so I wanted to capture the memory (I don't think this picture really does it justice, but it's all I've got).

Of course this happened less than 24 hours after the wife had cleaned the microwave. Good thing I had that paper towel covering the bowl.