Of snaky rolls and small fires in the kitchen

Ezra almost burned down the house today.

I was downstairs, and Ezra decided that he wanted to have a leftover "snaky" roll (crescent roll). But he wanted it hot. So he put it in the microwave and started heating it up.

Only instead of heating it up for "one hundred" (one minute, or 1:00 on the microwave), he must of hit an extra zero (I guess). All I know is that he comes downstairs and says "I pushed the wrong number". By the time I understood what was going on and rushed upstairs, the timer on the microwave was at 3:47, the house was filled with acrid smoke, and there were flames dancing inside my microwave.

So. Now my house smells awful (so do my hair and clothes), my microwave is sitting outside of our side door, my eyes are smarting, both doors are open (and it's going to snow today), and Ezra is contrite but confused. "How can the microwave be broken? I don't see any cracks!"

And throughout the whole experience the smoke detector never went off. Yes, this is the same smoke detector that goes off at least once a week during dinner prep. Comforting, huh?