The Sunday right after the fourth Dave was working and so I was looking for anything to do with the kids. Our neighbors did some fireworks in their yard, and Linc asked if we could go out and watch them. So we went out, and I forgot about the quesadilla I started cooking on the stove. Not only forgot about it, but forgot about it for ONE HOUR! As we walked merrily back to the house, we reached the grass and I asked Lincoln what that sound was. And then it all came back to me as I realized it was the smoke alarm. I told the kids to stay on the grass and after I checked the door for heat, I opened it and smoke billowed, yes billowed out of the door. It took about 15 seconds for me to be able to see through it. I ran in and turned off the stove. Luckily all is well, but I now have to get the carpets, my sectional, and the air ducts cleaned. What?! At least I knew to feel the door before I opened it!
By the way, Lincoln tells the story like this. "We heard the wee-roo, wee-roo and then mommy ran in the house and squirted the fire with a hose." Yes, he thinks I'm super cool and no I didn't have to use any water. Maybe now he'll look up to me and not just his father.
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That is so funny, Katie. I did that once too with a pan of marinade for Mamoo's famous chicken wings. My house smelt like burnt soy sauce for weeks! I'm sure burnt quesadillas don't smell any better, but I'm glad your coolness quotient went up!
Melissa
Oh my goodness! That is too funny!
That's awesome....and hey, at least you have been taught well about what to do!
MMMM, those quesadillas look delish! Wish I could have seen that cloud billowing from across the street...
Way to feel the door for heat. I remember learning that back in elementary school. You didn't let the quesadilla go to waste, right? It's looks scrumptious! :)
How scary! Another reason why I just don't cook!
That sounds so like something i would do. I'm so glad everyone and thing is okay. I guess your spring cleaning will be all done soon! :) Lincoln is so funny!
-Melissa
Oh my goodness. That is crazy. I'm glad everything was okay. Kudos for checking the door (I honestly wouldn't have done of that). Good luck with getting the smell out. I lived in a house when I was single where my roommate burnt ribs and didn't do anything to clean it. It smelled like smoke for over a year. Eugh!
Hee, Hee. I still giggle every time I hear or think about that story. Sorry about the cleaning, but maybe after you can reinstate the "no forts on the couch rule" because they have been cleaned? Maybe we can round up some caution tape so the kids and dave will just stay off. Just a thought!
I loved this post. Sorry you had to actually experience, but it was fun to read. I love the way Lincoln tells the story. And by the way, you are super cool. :)
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