Sunday night was going along just as planned. We had arrived home from church, all the kids were ready for bed and two of them were already half asleep.
Ryan had asked if he could stay up for five minutes and play with Ashley. She was deep into a block building project that he wanted to be part of. I told him that I would set the timer on the microwave and when he heard it go off, it was time for bed.
I followed Scott into our bedroom and we started folding laundry. I heard a strange beep and even stopped for a minute to listen more closely. About 30 seconds after the "strange beep" Ryan comes running to the bedroom shouting, "fire, fire, fire."
Scott and I go running towards Ashley's bedroom in search of the "fire." About the time we rounded the corner in the kitchen, we noticed the glow of flames shooting out of the microwave.
Apparently, Ashley wanted to make sure Ryan followed the five minute rule, so she attempted to set the timer on the microwave for 5 minutes. Great idea, only instead of pressing "timer", she pressed "start" and proceeded to cook the bag of potato chips that we store in the microwave.
Being one that remains calm in an emergency (ha, ha), I lovingly beckon Kayla and Kyle from their beds (OK, I was yelling) and I gather my off-spring and head for the door. I then realize that I should call 9-1-1 in case Scott can't get the lovely flames to stop. I couldn't find a phone. I don't know about you , but I spend the better part of my day searching for my cell phone or the cordless phone.
As soon as Scott hears me lovingly instructing the children to find a phone so we can call for help, he chuckles (is this a time for laughter....I think not) and tells me to calm down. He was able to put the fire out with lots of water.
It took quite a while for the smoke to clear. It took even longer for the big kids to calm down enough to fall back asleep.
I'm telling you, we live an eventful life. Never a dull moment.
In case you are wondering, bar-b-que chips are flame resistant. Interesting........
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1 comments:
No way! My grandchildren would never do that! There must be a mistake. Perhaps the microwave malfunctioned and brilliant Ashley was attempting to put it out without disturbing her parents.
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