Ever since Frances turned on the stove while I was gone and nearly burned the house down, I’ve removed the knobs when I’m finished cooking. Last night, I dropped a knob, and it rolled under a shelf. I left it, thinking Thomas wouldn’t be able to reach it, and I’d look for it today.
I was wrong. I came home to find the knob on the couch, full of teeth marks. Thomas found it and made some art. And of course, he’s totally unrepentant.