I return home from my errand. No one is here. My cell phone rings...it is my mom. She and the boys stopped at the park to play on their way home from getting Cade from school. I walk into the house. I see this pair of underwear laying on the table in the breakfast room. I am reminded again of the burning smell when i see the pair of underwear with burn marks on them.
I pick up the phone to call my mom:
ME: "What's the deal with the underwear?"
MY MOM: "Oh, i went in Drew's bedroom to get him a different shirt. I smelled something burning. I asked Drew what the smell was. He pointed to the lamp on his dresser. There, i found those underwear, laying on the top of the lamp shade, touching the light bulb. I told Drew how dangerous this could have been. That his house and toys could have all been burned up had he started a fire.
Drew: "Then we would call the fire dept. and Daddy could come home!"
My MOM: "But your house could have burned down before the firemen could get here."
Drew: "Then we will go live in our old house."
MY MOM: "Someone else lives in your old house now."
ME: "OMG! You've got to be kidding me! He almost set the house on fire with a pair of underwear?!!"

