Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Things Mom Never Hears About....

So, I was microwaving a bit of leftover broccoli in cheese sauce. Fairly mundane, except for the fact that the food was in a non-microwaveable bowl.

Gold-edged china, to be exact. You know the type -- cheap, gaudy, and entertaining in the microwave. Because the gold edging sparks.

I was oo-ing and ah-ing by the microwave, and of course my children wondered what in the world was so exciting about broccoli and cheese on a turntable.

"It's got gold edges," I said. "It's arcing!"

Zip. Zap. I am so hard up for entertainment these days.

Rachel is the only one who matched my excitement level. "Oh, yes," she said. "That's exactly what happened when I put my Barbie in the microwave."

Huh?

"Um, Rachel...? You put a Barbie in the microwave?"

"Yeah (giggle), well, it was ages ago...you know, when my ballerina Barbie was still brand new? Anyway, I put her in the microwave, and she was wearing this dress with, like, metallic thread in it, you know? And it started to spark."

"This may sound like a silly question, but...why did you put your Barbie in the microwave?"

Rachel didn't have an answer.

This is almost the stuff of urban legend, is it not? Girl microwaves Barbie; family sues Mattel for damages from explosion.

I'm just glad that Barbie didn't lose any of her "parts" after her microwave exposure. That would have freaked me out when I went to heat up my coffee the next morning.

So, who needs counseling here? Me? Or my daughter?

Then again, Barbie probably needs it more than either of us do.

Poor Barbie...

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9of my readers are feeling chatty:

At 8:32 AM, Blogger Kerrie said...

Hmm, maybe this explains why the Barbies at your house stand up and dance so nicely....

:-S

 
At 9:17 AM, Blogger The Blogging Boss said...

My daughter nuked her Barbie? I shouldn't read your blog. :)

Love ya sweetie.

 
At 11:53 AM, Blogger Jamie said...

And had we had a microwave when children...Kimmy and Dana would have been in there!

 
At 7:16 PM, Anonymous Ken said...

Well, if the Barbie had any tumors or other illness the radiation treatment probably took care of it!

She was just playing doctor, or... radiologist. Maybe she'll be a specialist one day!

Ken

 
At 4:53 AM, Blogger Dave said...

If there would have been microwaves when I was a kid...

"Say your prayers Barbie!" ZZZZAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!!!!!

I do recall an incident with a toilet now that you mention it...

 
At 6:22 AM, Anonymous Leese said...

Oh my!!! I'm keeping a close watch on ours now....

Jill, your sweety reads your blog! That makes my heart smile. :)

 
At 7:14 AM, Anonymous kathie said...

I'm sure Barbie enjoyed the whole affair. Just a little science experiment, right? Cheers to both of you for laughing at it. That scene would make my husband flip his lid, but I'd think it was funny.

 
At 8:24 PM, Blogger Jillian said...

Kerrie -- your comment made Eric snort into the phone!

Jamie -- the Weirdos would have been in there first. :)

Ken -- you are either very kind or in denial about my child's oddity. :)

Dave -- So glad you're not TOO CLOSE BY, so that you don't warp my already warped offspring...

Leese -- Ur....um....I asked him to read this particular post. But he DOES read my blog on his own, too...sometimes...

Kathie -- I only laughed because it happened a couple of years ago! LOL

 
At 12:41 AM, Blogger Dave said...

I have a correspondence course all ready for Jonathan and Spencer

 

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