I raced towards the house just in time to see a chaotic mess of burnt leaves and paper on the stovetop. Just in front of it was my little brother reading one of his wizardry books that had those little spell ingredience he couldn’t even read. I snatched the book from his hand, turned off the stove and took a moment to recover from the mini heart attack I got from the mile high flame that was practically licking the ceiling. “Who turned on the stove for you?”. Before I continue on with this story, I’d like to explain the extent of the damages done to the dainty kitchen. The ceiling has turned mercury gray and a combination of dark and light brown halo surrounded the area behind the stove, a hectic mess of burnt leaves covered the sink, floor and stove top. I patiently assessed the damage and sent him to his room to clean up. After 20 or so minutes of continuously scrubbing