When I was in elementary school, one of my best friends was left home alone a lot. Well, not ALONE, per se, as his older sister was left home as well to 'babysit'. That is, if by 'babysit' you mean 'talk to her boyfriend on the phone'.
One of these fateful nights, his sister was in the living room on the phone, as usual. She had started the stovetop for their macaroni & cheese dinner, and Little Carl decided that it would be a good idea to cook something else instead. He toddled upstairs and grabbed his sister's fishbowl. The fishbowl (which was almost as big as Carl) splashed out each side as Carl carried it down the stairs. He walked straight up to the counter, sat on a stool, and FWOOSH - dumped the contents of the fishbowl into the boiling water. Goldfish, miniature castle, and all. His sister didn't even know until she was off the phone 20 minutes later.
