I Learned; He Learned

As you're reading this, my home is again "home" to another Amish runaway. He's young, inexperienced in many ways, eager to please, and a delight to foster. His name is Monroe.

I walked into my kitchen one morning just in time to see Monroe . . . removing my new metal skilled from the microwave.

"What'd you just do?" I asked, fearing his answer.
"Warmed up my sandwich," he innocently replied.

"Can't put metal in a microwave."

"Why?"

"You'll ruin it." 

I've learned that Amish are visual; they wa...