As of Thursday evening there is a new rule in the Brown family. But first some background. Daniel is in bed sleeping, Philip and I are working on our respective computers in the office and Allan is listening to Patch the Pirate in the living room.
While working Allan hollers from the bathroom that he needs some assistance and so I get up from my desk to give some aid. Upon stepping out into the hallway I smell a faint but distinct smoke smell coming from the direction of the kitchen. So I went into the kitchen, made sure all the burners and oven were off before going to the bathroom. I didn't find anything but the smoke smell was somewhat stronger. Believing that my ultra-sensative pregnant nose was working overtime I went to Allan's aid and then back to working on the computer.
Fifteen minutes after the first incident Allan came into the office saying, "mommy, something is burning in the living room, it smells like smoke." Ah, ha! now someone else has confirmed what I thought I was smelling. As I went down the hallway towards the living room it was very apparent that something was burning somewhere though there was no smoke to be seen. The air was acrid! I called for Philip and we started the search: new stereo that perhaps doesn't have enough air circulation...no, electrical outlets or appliances....no, microwave- stove - fridge - toaster....no, but the smell is getting stronger and it has to be coming from somewhere. So Philip and I split up, I went to the basement and Philip went to the two floors above us. Neither place had any signs or smell of smoke.
When we returned to the entryway of our home I will have to admit I was starting to get a little nervous. The smell was awful and so we started looking at other options: was the fire in the walls or floorboards, perhaps a bad light fixture. When there's no visible smoke it's really a shot in the dark. As Philip was checking the light fixtures (BTW: there was no smoke smell in the rest of our apartment) I decided to check the living room lights - perhaps one of them was going bad. Upon inspecting the first lamp I discovered the problem (by this time there was a wisp of smoke coming up from above the lamp shade) - Allan's sock! As I pulled it off it was evident that this was what had caused the awful stench. It was blackened and smoking. Philip and I just looked at Allan and asked him why he put his sock there. His answer was very simple, "I put it there to warm it up." Hence the new rule at our house: You may not warm socks (or any other item) on light bulbs! It's one of those moments as a parent that you laugh as much from the hilarity of something as you do the sudden relief from a tense situation.