Microwave on fire

Last night I put a Capri Sun in the freezer for Josh to take in his lunch.

This morning he decided that he wanted it for breakfast instead of lunch.

But it was frozen.

So he put it in the microwave, with a paper towel underneath of it.

You can probably see where this is going.

He pressed start, bolts of lightning shot from the microwave, sparks flew and the paper towel caught on fire.

And here are the reactions from the three kids (who were in the kitchen alone):

Josh - very level-headed - saw the flames, grabbed a dirty cup from the sink, filled it with water, threw it in the microwave and successfully doused the burning paper towel.
Liz - always looking for an adventure, especially if it's not her fault - bolted up the stairs, threw our bedroom door open and, with a big smile, yelled, "Mom! Dad! Josh lit the microwave on fire!!!"
Tali - along for the ride - sat dazed in her high chair. When we reached the kitchen she said, "Whoa . . . Dad . . . Mom . . . There was fiiire! . . . in da microwave . . . and . . . and . . . Joshy threw the water . . . and . . . the juice was frozen! . . . Whoa."

I'm glad I wasn't there to see the lightning bolts or the fire. But after hearing the story from all three points-of-view, I have been giggling all day just picturing the scene.