I brought this on myself, didn’t I? That last post about how helpful Heather is was just tempting fate, wasn’t it?
Sunday morning, I was filling up the coffee maker (Christmas present, 2010) and Heather decided she had to join in. So, over comes her little stool and up she pops. We count the scoops of coffee into the filter (she’s not bad at counting, although appears to have a bit of a blind spot for 5). So far so good. It’s when as I’m re-wrapping the coffee that it all goes a bit pear-shaped.
Heather points at the jug and says “water in there”. Maybe at this point I should see what’s coming next, but I don’t. So I turn back to wrapping up the coffee, and next thing I feel Heather move past my leg and SMASH!
Believe it or not, it’s moments like this when you realise you’re a parent – I’m too worried about her cutting herself to be mad. Especially when your daughter looks up at you, points to the glass shattered all over the floor, and says “fix it… sticky tape?”
So RIP coffee pot. It wasn’t an expensive machine, and I can get a replacement easy enough. What’s annoying, though, is that I don’t think I can replace just the jug, I’ll need to get a whole new machine. And ditch the perfectly functional existing one. Not exactly good for the environment, is it Logik?