Julian ate one of the above for breakfast by crumbling it into a million pieces and shoving the crumbs into his mouth (on his shirt, on the floor, etc.). So I pulled out the vacuum cleaner to get up the crumbs so the ants (who smell this stuff from a mile away) don't invade my house and have a fiesta.
Mr. Independent takes the vacuum out of my hand and says, "No Mommy, sit down, I'll do it." Thinking this is a good teaching moment ("You made the mess, you clean it up."), I allowed it. But someone had a little too much fun turning the appliance on and off. The next thing I know, there is this horrible black smoke coming out of the back vent of the vacuum. A quick power disconnect and chucking it outside seemed to stop it, but the stench of burning plastic and wires is not a nice one.
Now we have the windows and doors open (it's only 98 degrees today - nice and cool) to air out the downstairs. Hopefully upstairs is fine. Now we'll be on to vacuum #3 in 2 years. Hooray for the quality merchandise. Or is it hooray for the electrical system in place here? Oh well, could have been much worse.
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