Microwave Munchies

Dear Caden,

You know what a microwave is. You've seen me use it many times and you enjoy helping me press the buttons to get it started. Therefore, I am legitimately stumped and have no clue as to why today you are sprawled out on the couch crying, and I mean hard-core, devastated crying. You are crushed. Apparently today you feel that this mystical machine has eaten your dinner and "I am soooo hungry and it ate it all gone! And that was the last piece of chicken strips and I like chicken strips!" You finally were consoled once I picked you up and you could see through the door that your food was there and intact. Oh my sweet, dear Caden. We've all had days like this.

Love,
Mommy