Christmas Eve I made cookies for Santa. And this is how I started things out.
I dumped brown sugar into my sugar container (instead of the mixing bowl) not once, but twice. But that isn't the end of my confession. I didn't even notice I had done it, until I went to put the sugar away. And I was like, "Wait. What's that? How did that happen? I don't remember doing that. Must have been those damned elves!" ;)
After correcting my mistake (and mixing a little bit of brown sugar into the white--no one will ever know), the rest of the cookie making was error free. And I even remembered to turn off the oven. Not that it really matters. David's afraid I'm going to burn the house down while everyone sleeps, so he takes extra precautions to make sure that doesn't happen. He writes on the oven with crayon or erasable marker, "Turn Off Oven." He leaves notes on the fridge & on my nightstand. And he jumps out of bed at the sound of a click, 'cause he's positive any little click-like noise is the oven that's been left on. Now that I've told you all this, you're all afraid for the lives of my family, too, huh? Really...I've never burned a house down...I promise.
I suggest you never leave binkies on the stove and forget about them. Eventually all the water evaporates & you're left with this. I also suggest you don't leave your husband in charge of remembering to take them off the stove after 10 minutes. Otherwise you might walk down the stairs and into a smoke filled living room & kitchen smelling like burning plastic--while the boys are wrestling. How did they not notice?!