It's rainy today. A disaster happened in the kitchen. While we were out swimming, Dad was baking a pie or something. Everything was going well until he thought he could speed up the fermentation (rising) by putting the dough in a pot with the lid on. The problem was that the bowl for the dough and the pot were about the same size at the brim. He forced it in anyway, and later, couldn't get it out. I don't know the exact details, but apparently, Dad had a meltdown. The pot and the bowl are shattered. Based on the mess, he must have had a pretty bad temper tantrum. Now, Mom's giving him a taste of his own medicine (or - a piece of her mind) . He deserves it.