FIRE!

Last night we went out to dinner with the Manthes while Ty's parents babysat the kids at home.

We returned to a smoke-smelling house and many candles lit all over the house. "Interesting," we thought.

Ty asked what was going on and his mom replied, "Well, everything is okay. But I think the microwave is dead. Yeah, it's dead. Oh and there were some flames. but we got them out."

We all immediately went to the kitchen (where the smokey smell grew intensely worse) and saw a microwave that was completely yellow inside. She went on to explain that she was popping popcorn for the movie and she doesn't know how it happened, but when she came back into the kitchen there were small flames and smoke everywhere! And she had scrubbed and scrubbed, but the microwave would just not get clean.

Everyone was fine. The house is fine. The microwave might have seen it's last days. But all is okay.

After they left, Ty looked at me and said, "I've always imagined it was possible for a 16-year-old babysitter to burn our house down, but I didn't think my 50-year old mother would do it first!"

Note to self: keep this in mind when we have kids and are choosing babysitters :)