Burnin' Down the House

This morning I was on my way out the door to take the kids to the library to replenish thier reading stash and decided to take one last look through their room for finished books. Dunn said, "Hey Mom, something smells funny up here." He was right. It smelled smokey. My first check was the window fan to see if the motor was overheating. Then I thought, "the lamp". The boys reading lamp had been pushed down against Zach's bed (on of course) and when I'd sent them to make thier beds this morning Zach just threw all his pillows on top of the lamp. The closest pillow was burnt almost clear through, the back of the lamp had scorched the bedspread, and fitted sheet. We were probably fifteen minutes away from setting the whole room ablaze and since we were on our way out the door for the morning I'm sure the whole house would have followed. What can I say? "Count your blessings name them one by one..." I am not sure how many angels a day it takes heaven to keep the Westhoff's from being hit by cars crossing the street, getting abducted at stores during my inattention, or burning down the house but I am grateful for every single one of them being so attentive while on duty.