Why is there a flame in my kitchen sink? Because I currently have a Woodrow living with me.
My boyfriend Woodrow. He is currently on a camping kick, and has been exploring his options for outdoor cooking. He learned that he could make his own alcohol stove using two soda cans and rubbing alcohol.
Once this was made, of COURSE he had to try it out in my porcelain sink.
Of course, the whole time this went on I hovered over it nervously, worrying the heat may crack my porcelain sink, making him periodically move it so we could check the sink and make sure it wasn't too hot. And filming it for posterity, and to gain the sympathies of the women out there for what I must endure!
Here's some video of it in action.
For those who wonder why I don't yet have children: These are the actions of an intelligent, calm and controlled, ADULT man. Can you imagine what I would be dealing with if he were a child? I don't know if my house can survive it.
(Sidenote: Don't tell Woodrow, but I did actually think it was pretty cool. Unfortunately this has led to him buying an alcohol cooking stove, and now cooking all of his meals and making tea using it on my kitchen island.)