Baking Accident

OK, we really enjoy reading Into the Woods around here (and singing it, occasionally). One funny line from it goes like this...

"Because the Baker had lost his mother and father in a baking accident --
or so he believed..."

Well, ours was nothing that severe. Lindy and I often bake some cookies together on Wednesday nights while the others are at church.

Tim: Lindy, I need you to add three scoops [tablespoons] of salt.
Lindy: [scooping] One.
Oven: Beep, beep. [Jenn had left some bread in the oven. I know, it is a lot of baking.]

[I closed the salt cellar and turned around to get the bread out. As I was removing it from the pans, I heard the salt cellar close.]

Tim: Lindy, did you put in more salt.
Lindy: Yes.
Tim: How much did you put in?
Lindy: Two.
Tim: Two more scoops? [Which would have been the right amount.]
Lindy: [blank stare]
Tim: Lindy, tell me exactly how much more you put in.
Lindy: Four inches.
Tim: Thanks, Lindy. I'm gonna do the baking soda myself, OK?