Not Claustrophobic

This past May 23, 2005 started off as a normal day - nothing out of the ordinary. I was sitting in the front room drinking my Dunkin Donuts coffee and enjoying our new baby boy who was a little over two weeks old. I hear noises coming from the kitchen and yelled out, "Carson, what are you doing?" I think I say that about 100 + times a day. I hear a muffled response that I couldn't quite make out. After a few more moments of clanking I decided to check out the suspicious activity. Much to my surprise I found Carson half way into the microwave. Yes, I did just say microwave! Why or how, I don't think we'll ever know. But thank goodness I had the camera nearby because I don't believe anyone would have ever believed me unless I had proof. So, needless to say, my son Carson (who was 2 at the time) is not afraid of small enclosed spaces. He sure doesn't take after me. After a few pictures I helped Carson out of the microwave and just had to ask him what he thought he was doing. His reply, "I'm cooking!" What were you trying to cook, YOURSELF?!?!?! He sure is something else. I hope you like the pictures!