Sorry TV, you're fired!

This morning, while the TV was babysitting Drew, he sat at the kitchen bar and ate his oranges...so I thought. I was trying to rush to get ready for work...we were late...again. As I walked out of our bedroom, I smelled something burning. He was exactly where I left him, on his stool watching Little Einsteins. Hmmm...
Then I saw the other stool in front of the counter on the other side of the breakfast bar. I asked why it was there, to which he replied..."I'm cooking cars. It's not ready yet." What??? I thought. Then I heard it...the sound the toaster makes when the bread pops up.
While the TV wasn't paying attention to my child, he pulled the stool around so he could reach the counter and decided to put the "Cars" DVD in the toaster...hey, it sort of resembles a bagel, I guess. Now, I have a cooked (melted) DVD in the bottom of my NEW toaster, my house reeks like burnt metal and my #1 babysitter, the movie "Cars", has died.