The Forever Button

I put the dish I was preparing into the microwave and set the timer.  With 20 minutes to spare before lunch would be ready, I wandered into the living room and had a seat.  It didn't take long before Logan appeared, dancing apprehensively.

"Dad, are you cooking this so long (too long)?" he asked me.

"No," I said.  "It's okay."

It was plain to see that he did not believe me and that this answer was less than adequate.  Obviously, I had misunderstood the question.  Get with it, Dad!  Lives and property are at stake...or at least lunch is, and you are clearly not providing suitable levels of comfort with your crazy pacifying responses.

"But you'll cause a fire like I did," he insisted, "...'cause I cooked popcorn."

Yes, the telephone call and the fire chief's voice are permanently burned into my memory.  Believe me, I appreciate your concern.  Let it be know that I have read the instructions and know how to avoid the Forever Button.

- 25 August 2012