Molly Helps In The Kitchen

We celebrated my Mom's 80th birthday yesterday and she had requested a peach cobbler so I was going to try to make her one. I prepared everything and put it in the oven and it came out perfect. With about five minutes to go in its bake time, Molly started doing her pee dance by the front door except it looked more like Michael Jackson's Thriller video. Molly never does anything on a small scale. I made her wait the five minutes, took the peach cobbler out of the oven, and set it on the stove to cool. I did not realize that I had left one of the burners on the oven on (it was on low) so I set the peach cobbler on it. Molly and I were outside for about twenty minutes and when I came back in, I immediately caught the aroma of something burning. Not only did I bake my peach cobbler, I fried it as well, and unless you like peach cobbler flambe-style then it was inedible. The charred remains of the peach cobbler are on my stove even as I type this.