We were all in need of a little "Wee- Whoo Therapy" after triggering the fire alarm today during nap-time. Ella woke up early and we decided to bake some cinnamon buns for our afternoon snack. I had no idea of the fiasco that would soon follow after taking this snapshot of Ella preparing the buns.
As soon as I smelled the smoke coming from the oven - the ear-piercing fire alarm went off. Although I knew there wasn't a fire - sheer terror came over me... the building would be evacuating because of ME and my smoking oven! I turned off the oven and Ella and I immediately ran to get Vivian. We then met at our meeting place and the girls put on their ear protector muffs. I quickly found my phone (a miracle) and called down to the front desk and explained the situation - minutes later the alarm went silent.The buns were uneatable.
I really can't explain the puddle of something on the floor oven - but I am pretty sure that is what caused the problem. When Geir and I convinced ourselves that we wanted to buy a condo - the fire alarm never crossed my mind. It never made it on the Con list. If it had it would be a HUGE con. It is quite frighting when the alarm sounds - I have written about our evacuations previously and you can read about them here and here - just in case you missed them. Since then the fire alarm has gone off a handful of times. Vivian calls fire engines "Wee Woo" thanks to her little friend Sanders - so it is suffice to say we needed a little Wee Whoo therapy today and skipped our normal routine of watercolor painting. The girls wanted to be close by so we read books, drank teas, cuddled, took a warm bath and boiled our dinner.
Probability runs through me head - I can't help thinking about the other 230 plus units and if their oven needs to be cleaned...