Mason and the Microwave

Remember when I told you guys all about my awesome nephew Mason’s tendency to wake up in the middle of the night and wander around the house doing whatever it is he wanted to do. Well, one night he took it a little too far which led to my sister finally having to trap him in his room. On that fateful night, he escaped from his room and made his way to the kitchen where he probably originally intended to raid the fridge for juice boxes and Kraft Singles, but got diverted when he saw the microwave. It was then that he took something (to this day, my sister still does not know what) and put it in the microwave. He then somehow turned the microwave on and a couple of minutes later the smoke alarm was going off because the microwave and the cabinets above it set on fire.

"The Aftermath."

My sister and her husband woke up, saw the fire, and were able to put it out quickly before it caused too much damage. And of course they could only assume it was Mason, but they really couldn’t punish him because he didn’t know any better and instead, just kind of laughed it off. The thing they couldn’t figure out was how he did it. At the time, Mason wasn’t tall enough to even reach the microwave, let alone know how to use it. My guess is that he knew exactly how to use it and wanted to know what would happen if he stuck some of his homemade explosives in there. Luckily, he wasn’t old enough to know how to make those explosives particularly potent. Let’s just hope he still hasn’t figured it out, for our sake and mankind’s.

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