Pyrotechnics of the Overwhelmed Mother.

This is a true story. Dog days of Summer, under the August sun. Hot, damn hot.

My sister in law had recently given birth to her fifth child. With three of the five still receiving bottled milk from glass baby bottles, the cleaning and sterilizing job was overwhelming on this steamy day. The house was turn of the century brownstone, poor ventilation and no air conditioning. The two older twin boys were told to go out side and find some shade. Jamie the more cantankerous one, knowing there was no way he could sit still, removed a lamp shade and placed it on his twin brother Andrew's head. Jamie then removed another lamp shade and put it on his own head.  They both peaked into the kitchen just as mother was setting the hour glass to sterilize the  boiling rubber n*****s.

The twin boys ran out with Jamie screaming, "You said find some shade, so we did"!  Mother gave chase with the baby half diapered in her arms. By the time she caught the little rascals, the lose diaper had fallen off. The baby must have gotten a good shaking because when mother stopped, little sis had a wee accident down the side of mommy's dress.

However a bigger problem was beginning to boil, only the water by this point had evaporated. The rubber n*****s had caught fire and black smoke was billowing out the front and back doors. A neighbour quickly called the fire department.  As the firemen arrived, you could hear the overwhelmed mother of five, screaming, "My n*****s are burning, my n*****s are burning"!

Well, I heard there wasn't a dry eye from all the laughter as the firemen tried desperately to stay professional and deal with the emergency.

No one was injured as a result of the fire. The house interior was covered in a strange black rubber soot and the mother will never forget the day her n*****s caught fire.