So, I have this weird paranoia about microwaves causing brain tumors. If you know me very well, this fact should not be surprising. Anyway, whenever I'm microwaving something, I generally send Isaiah out of the room or discreetly block any harmful waves from hitting him with my own body, hot pad, newspaper, etc. that might be readily available. So, I never thought anyone knew about this paranoia until I had the following conversation with Isaiah this afternoon.....
Isaiah: Mom, I know the plural for mouse.
Me: Oh yeah? What is it?
Me: That's right! How'd you get so smart?
Isaiah: 'Cause I don't look at the microwave.
2 months ago