Sunday night's excitement. Upon returning home from the Canada Day fireworks display, I flipped on the lights and my mom helped me carry the kids upstairs to their beds.
It took a while to figure out what the burning smell was.
Then we discovered somebody had thrown one of Scarlett's favourite toys into the entry way light.
Rest in peace Mr. Monkey.
I am grateful the house didn't burn to the ground. I will be even more grateful once the smell of burnt dog hair dissipates.