When I was a little girl I had a child size iron. Yes....an iron for ironing clothes.
I guess the toy makers thought that by making it small for small hands....it was a toy. LOL!
That sucker got hot. I mean HOT!
My parents, not being total idiots, told me not to mess with it when I was alone. That, of course, was an open invitation for a kid.
I plugged it in and proceeded to “iron” the carpet. Got bored and left it on said carpet.
Almost burned the house down.
The iron burn imprint was there for many years. A reminder for my parents that I was not to be trusted.
Good times.
Adding to my iron story above.....
Valuable lesson learned: Don’t almost burn your house down. I had to hear about my mistake for at least a decade from dad.
Every time I asked for a new toy I heard “do you remember what happend with that damned iron?”.