Why I'm A Bad Mom

Sofia and I were making "snacks" in her play microwave this morning. We made some popcorn, a hotdog, some soup, things of that nature.

Then I found she had put her small, black and white stuffed kitty in there. She tried to cook it, but the carousel wouldn't go around. Kitty was just stuck in place, its plastic blue eyes shoved up against the door, pleading for help. Then the timer dinged and a recorded voice said, "Watch out! It might be hot!"

Then Sofia took it out and hugged it tight. "Kitty 'ice and warm, now," she said, smiling. I just laughed and laughed.

No wonder our cat won't play with her.