Ah yes childhood mishaps. The Easybake Oven that melted because I turned it on and forgot about it, the sand sculpture set that dissolved because I added too much water, the time Dad tried to open a bottle of champagne and my brother suggested he use his teeth (he took out his upper plate and pried the cork out with that, a toast to dentists all over the world), the pastry where a friend got the wrong jar and used cornstarch instead of flour ( we scooped the filling out of the shell) (actually I think that was thanksgiving) and last year when the parent's stove didn't work so they cooked everything in our stove and then drove it back to their place. Mishaps always happen at christmas because we try especially hard to be pefect and all gods and goddesses start laughing at us.