John laughed and admitted that he’d been making hamburgers and left the pan on the burner when he went to take a shower. The smoke alarm had gone off, but that was it.
That incident was not his first offense:
John had a checkered history of combining showering and cooking; his attention deficit disorder tended to sabotage that kind of multitasking. We never let him forget the time he had been fresh out of the shower with a towel around his waist when he fired the grill to make us hamburgers. He’d turned around and lost his towel, causing [my husband] to drily remark, ‘I thought you were making hamburgers, John, but it looks like we’re getting wieners instead.’