The other night, me, Kyla and the girls were hanging out around the house, trying to recover from vacation (where I’ve been the past week, fyi) and being sick. Kyla was getting ready to make dinner, Ruby was in her high chair watching him, Sadie was running around the house (as usual) and I was…somewhere (I don’t remember what I was doing…probably nothing).
Kyla and I were talking across the house, as we often do, (probably about nothing) and I walked into the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room just as he was opening the oven door.
And a spark flew out. A SPARK. FIRE WAS SHOOTING OUT OF MY OVEN.
It was really just a single, little spark…so Kyla tells me. But I distinctly remember fire shooting out.
And he jumped back like two feet and the oven door slammed shut.
And I could still see sparks and he was asking me if I saw it, too.
Before I even responded, I was grabbing Ruby out of her high chair. As soon as she was free and safely in my arms, I found Sadie, grabbed her hand, and pulled her to the front door.
Kyla was looking for the fire extinguisher and telling me not to panic. I think I mumbled something about how “moving quickly” when you think your oven is about to explode is not the same thing as panic…it’s just what you’re supposed to do. Did he expect me to just sit there and watch the sparks or something?
So, I’m standing by the front door with the girls and I realize that my key to the front door is in my purse, which is in the kitchen. And I remember that we really need to get a new dead bolt or something that can be opened from the inside without a key.
Kyla is still looking for the fire extinguisher…and we realize that we should really have one of those in a location that can be easily noticed in the event that it is needed.
Really not the time to be coming to these realizations, right?
After a couple of minutes, the sparks go away and we see that the heating element in the bottom of the oven has burned up and broken in two (see photo, above). We google it, determine what has happened, and figure out that our house is probably not about to burn down, and then we start checking prices on fire extinguishers, since we still have no idea where we have put ours.
I’m googling it on my phone, and Kyla is on the computer in the kitchen. We’re talking back and forth about the cost and when he should go to the store to get one (etc etc) and he goes “They’re really not that expensive…maybe we should get two?”
(Me:) “Yeah, that sounds good. Just make sure that you get an adult fire extinguisher. I saw several kiddie fire extinguishers on there for like twenty bucks, and I want to make sure we have at least one for adults.”
(Kyla:) “Kid fire extinguishers? Are you sure you read that right?”
(Me:) “Yeah, they said they were for k i d d i e s”
I’m pretty sure he laughed about that for a good half hour. That totally looks like it says “Kiddie,” right?