NO, KC, LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE...

That's all I had to say. As those words were coming out of my mouth, he followed were I was pointing and saw what I meant. It all happened so quickly, but I perceived it slowly. In my mind, in slow motion, I saw him reach out to pick up the bowl.

NOOooo!!

He was making dinner. A glass (pyrex) bowl with dirty pots inside, was sitting on one of the elements; the one he had mistakenly turned to high. I think you are supposed to be able to cook in the bowl, but not on high heat. As soon as he tried to pick it up, it shattered all over the stove top, the cooked sausages, and the kitchen floor. It didn't look like too much had gotten into the food, so we rinsed it, and ate it anyway.