Glass breaking as a summer pursuit

At the beginning of the summer I dropped a glass mixing bowl. It shattered and I spent the next hour picking glass out of shag carpet (yeah...if it had fallen in the kitchen, I could have swept it up. If it had fallen in the living room, it probably wouldn't have broken. But no, I had to drop it at the doorway.)

Then midway through summer, my sister was playing fetch with the dog and broke a window. Once again, glass all over the kitchen floor.

But now I have done one better. I have exploded a pie plate. Replete with pie.

*hitting head on wall*

Just a word to the wise--do not heat up the burner when there's a pie sitting on it. Glass goes boom.