About two weeks ago, I was trying to pop some popcorn on the stove while talking on the phone to Jennifer. Because I was distracted, the whole pot caught fire - flames were shooting up. I was screaming, the fire alarm was screaming and Oni just stood in the living room (where she could see and hear what was going on) crying. It was terrible. It really only lasted about five seconds before I put the fire out with baking soda, but it was scary for Oni (and me! That was my first and hopefully last kitchen fire). It took a while for the smoke to clear so I sent her to the front porch where she could breathe and silenced the fire alarm. We haven't made popcorn since.
That brings us to today. Oni just said to me, "Can we pop a little popcorn without having a fire?"
Poor kid! I guess it was a little scarier for her than I realized. For the record, I did manage to make her a small bowl of popcorn without burning the house down. But when I started popping it, Oni said, "Can I watch you this time?" She's probably thinking I shouldn't be turned loose in the kitchen without supervision. Many of you who know my cooking skills would tend to agree!
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