I know that back in the day, people sometimes used a big pot of water on the stove for washing clothes...or at least I seem to recall seeing it in books or movies...maybe it was a cartoon. ;) I'm not sure how *I* knew about it though....
Anyway...I was feeling pretty Betty Crocker yesterday. There was bread rising and a pot of water was on the stove so I could make stuffed shells. (That way I could just pop the pan in the oven when we got back from *C*'s baseball practice and we'd be eating in a half hour, right?)
The water was alomost boiling....when I heard the stampede of little feet coming into the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something fly through the air..and splash into the pot of water ...went *I*'s pants! I have no idea why he threw his pants onto the stove. (Why do not-quite-3 yos do anything they do?) Thank goodness the pants didn't land in the flame! I grabbed the pants... "NO! Do not throw anything on the stove!" He burst into tears. He is not accustomed to being yelled at, but this was a biggie!
The water got dumped. The pot got washed. The dinner eventually got made. Noone got hurt. It was all good.