Fire in the Hole

The phone rang, I answered it and went into the bedroom for some peace and quiet. The boys were eating breakfast in the kitchen. I wasn't gone long, I swear. I come out of the bedroom to the smell of smoke, and an angry husband telling me "he could've burnt the house down!!!". OH NO! Apparently, Colby wanted more cinnamon toast, and took it upon himself to make some. In the microwave. For, I don't know... 10 minutes or so. It was BLACK (both microwave and bread), and the kitchen was filled with smoke. Not good, all this independence coupled with poor judgement and a lack of supervision.