We didn't start the fire...

David (my boss) got a phone call this morning from his frantic wife. Appearently, she smelled smoke, but couldn't figure out where it was coming from. So David and I immediately sped off in my brand new Toyota Matrix and arrived at his house in record time, I'm sure. I took the kids outside to play so they would be distracted and Ashton (David's oldest) said, "good because I don't want to be in the house when it explodes!" Pretty funny thing for a 5 year old to say (and I was thinking the same thing). Anyways, after a few minutes and a conversation about splinters and other owies, David came outside chuckling. His extremely stressed out wife wasn't so cheerful. David had quickly found out why there was the smell of smoke - because there was a fire, duh! Why there was a fire is pretty funny. Last night as David and Becky were falling asleep, the ceiling fan was making too much noise. As the fan spins, the light fixture rattles because one of the bulbs hits its own casing. So, in order to stop the rattling, David just stuffed a sock in between where the sock and casing were touching. Problem solved, problem created. The next morning after all had been forgotten, Becky turned on the bedroom light and the physical laws of nature went to work. Probably about half the sock burned up and, well, it smelled bad - right over the top of their bed - gross. I think the expression, "put a sock in it," probably has a newfound meaning in the Mehrle household. As for me, it is simply a funny story and more evidence that...these people are crazy!!!