Glad it was not more serious than that!

When I was a "mature and sophisticated 16 year old" (said in full sarcasm) my parents left me to babysit for my sister, six years my junior. From the kitchen, I heard my name yelled in a panicked voice. Arrived to find a frying pan eminating flames. Grabbed our fire extinguisher, a powdered chemical device. Shot white powder basically "all over the kitchen." It hit the pan, extinguished the flame, but bounced and scattered. My parents returned home to a "white Christmas" kitchen. My father pointed out that clapping a lid on the pan would have had the same result with less mess, but gave me "high marks" for realizing that's what an extinguisher was for, and not letting the place burn down. The mess got cleaned up, and life moved on. I've got four other fire stories I could tell. I've dealt with fire. Never a good experience!