The toaster isn't toast after all

So, since I posted such soul-searching thoughts this morning I will now entertain you with the story of the toaster. A few days ago K asked if she could make toast. I said sure, because I am all about them being as self sufficient as possible and all, so off she went. I started to smell something but didn't think much of it as I am not very good at cleaning out the crumb tray. When I started to see smoke, I decided it was time to check things out. K had put a bowl on top of the toaster and then made toast. It was melted into the toaster and down the sides. Upon further investigation I discovered magnets were also inside and fused to the sides as well. I set the toaster in the laundry room and kinda forgot about it. Today when I was back there I spied it and took a look. When I grabbed the plastic it just popped right out, magnets and all. I am happy to report that it has made a full recovery and felt up to toasting our pop tarts this morning. And it didn't even start on fire.