Joram was helping do the dishes. I have no idea what he did because my baking stone was just sitting on the stove top. But it fell and broke into five pieces. He is fine but terrorized by the falling and breaking stone. And the fear momma was going to beat him. I’m trying REALLY hard to not yell at him. I’ve got him calming down on our loveseat now.

*SIGH* I was going to make cookies today as a surprise for the boys when they got home from school.

Ugh…

I love my stone. How on earth am I supposed to bake anything?