...but you guys can keep a secret. Right? TM's thread and my response had me thinking about just how far difficult child has come. Anyway, this was before the 'event' in March and when difficult child was in the height of her downward spiral. She was heating up chicken drummies from Pizza Hut in the microwave. I was upstairs and wasn't at all concerned...she had been using the microwave and the stove for some time. All of sudden, difficult child is yelling. Absolutely frantic. Screaming..."Mom! Fire!" I go tearing downstairs and there's a fire in the microwave. I stop the microwave and open the door and stand there staring at the fire and the only thing I could think of was baking soda. And then I'm thinking....hmm...do we have any. I think we're out. difficult child reaches into the cabinet and pulls out the fire extinguisher and practically throws it at me. I grab it and squeeze the trigger. Nothing. The trigger won't squeeze. I try again. Nothing. difficult child yanks it out of my hands....removes the safety and hands it back to me. Well, what do you know. It worked then. She was going on about how she was so glad that it happened when I was home...blah, blah, blah. I said to her...'You didn't need me. You took care of it yourself. I was just standing there.' difficult child saved the house and even the microwave. But, sadly, the chicken was a mixture of crispy and soggy. See...I always knew she had it in her. by the way...the reason I'm not supposed to tell that story is because apparently the Pizza Hut packaging had foil in it and difficult child didn't know that foil doesn't go in the microwave. She's more embarrassed about that than she is proud of how she handled herself. We're working on it. Plus, I think it brings up a lot of anxiety.