However when I came home from picking up my child I opened the door to the smell of burning plastic.
Which, really, can only mean two things: 1. Grams gotten into the Crack again, or 2. Gram forgot about the bread in the oven and turned it on, again.
To my surprise is wasn’t Crack (OK, kidding. My Gram wouldn’t even know what that was).
Fresh Baked Bread, anyone?