So heres how it started, i went to go put some hot dogs in a pan with water in it to boil for my dad. then i go upstairs, my sister comes bouncing into my room saying she wants to go get underwear. so i says to her i says, i says ok lets go. i'm gay and i forgot about the hot dogs. about 1 minute until we get home, i remember ! OMG THE HOT DOGS!!! we race home in a fury, taking sharp corners with yellow lights! cutting across traffic. As we notice my dear father behind us on his moto bike on his way home from work. Ahh! nooo we drive faster. I am first to enter the house, omg smoke everywhere! white billowing smoke up at the ceiling of our kitchen! smoke in the livingroom! smoke in the dining room! SMOKE EVERYWHERE! ah i grab the pan, which is flowing white smoke on top of a bright orange burner. I run outside, almost about to cry, my sister comes in to save the day! Grabs to pan and frolicks out side to the backyard! soon after....daddy comes in.. !WTH! he says. I almost shit myself. After the pan cools, we attempt to go near it, as we do, we see the hotdogs in site, my sister grabs the pan and throws them into the yard and by now, they look like little doggy turds. We turned on all the fans and i sprayed air freshener. I rrun upstairs, my room.....cant see a foot infront of myself. my door was wide open so alllll the bloody smoke collected in there. My pillows and blankets and clothes reak of smoke. and amazingly, through out all of this....my mom stayed sound asleep in her room. Let this be a lesson to all of you, never leave anything on the stove! try your best to check the stove and oven....just in case. I almost lit my house on fire and i almost ruined a pair of undies.