The story goes like this:
The twins are getting ready to take a shower. While taking out Candace's braids, I survey the pajamas they have brought to wear to bed that night. Acceptable, but missing a pair of clean underwear. I send Sarah back to my bedroom to get a clean pair. She returns in a tardy and lolly-gagging fashion several minutes later. I undo her hair and a few minutes later, both girls are in the shower.
But wait, what is that smell?
It smells like something burning... did Tom accidentally do something weird with the oven when he was cleaning up the kitchen? No... so where is it? The burning smell intensifies and Tom comes running in as I am babbling about how there is a FIRE somewhere, yikes oh mighty. We finally notice smoke pouring from our bedroom ceiling fan and quickly turn the fan and light off. As I help the twins finish their shower, Tom gets the step ladder to investigate.
Here is what he found:
Exhibit A
In case it isn't clear, that would be one pair of little girl's Barbie underwear, burned to a crisp, and the corresponding light bulb aforementioned undies landed on when tossed nonchalantly over the shoulder of the cotton-headed ninny muggins sent to get another pair. Wow, where did they go after she tossed them? Little Missy saw no sign, so she fetched an additional pair and went on her merry way.
Feeling pretty glad about two things: 1) I was in the room the entire time things were heating up, so we kept the damage low (one pair of undies and a light bulb) and 2) we managed to clear the smoke quickly enough that the dang smoke alarms didn't go off. Oh, and I guess I should add 3) my house wasn't burned to the ground due to hot pants.
