Another example of what happens when you take your eyes off of a two year old, even when it's only for a minute.
I made spaghetti for dinner tonight. Jeremy called and I checked the score to the Rangers game for him. It took me maybe 90 seconds.
Apparently, somebody was hungry. He helped himself to some meat sauce right off the stove top. (No worries, the stove was off and it was completely cooled.)
I gave him a towel and made him help clean the mess up.
My mom tells me that stuff like this is just job security.