Benjamin: it's what's for dinner!

Yesterday I hear Benjamin screaming and crying. I come into the kitchen to see that he has pushed a chair over to the counter and is standing on my flat stove hysterically screaming, "It's going to cook me! It's going to cook me." I'm not sure at what point he looked down and decided to freak out about it, because he had obviously been up there a while, as he'd gotten a bunch of vitamin bottles out of the cupboard and had been playing with the salt and pepper, etc. Nothing was on, nothing was hot. Who knows? The kid cracks me up!