Eddie's First Father's Day

We were living in New Mexico in a duplex across from the Alamorgordo High School. Debbie was a few months old. The Saturday before Father's Day, we decided to go to the drive-in after supper. I had put a big pot of baby bottles and nipples and stuff to boil on the little stove in the kitchen. I couldn't see the burner because the pot was so big. We went to the movie and I forgot I had put the pot on to boil. When we got home from the movie, the apartment was standing wide open and all the window were open. In the living room there was a note taped on the kitchen chair from the Fire Department:

There was a kitchen fire. Your neighbor reported it. We put it out and got most of the smoke out of the house. Any questions, call the Fire Department.

The kitchen walls were black with soot. Needless to say, we were so upset. What a stupid thing for me to do. So the next day, Father's Day, Eddie spent the whole day washing down the walls and repainting the kitchen. He was such a good guy. Nothing in the kitchen had burned except the pot of rubber nipples and bottles. All the burned baby stuff was laying in the kitchen sink. I guess the rubber burning is what made all the smoke.