The boys usually have no problems sitting down to watch a movie while I run outside to feed the chickens. I leave a window open to hear them, since the barn is only 30 yards from the house. I didn't hear anything out of the ordinary, but as soon as I walked in 20 minutes ago, I see 3 ft high flames and smoke so thick I couldn't make out my 3 year old. Declan, who will be 2 soon, decided it'd be a good idea to add some fuel to the woodstove... Like his brothers JEANS. He must have scared himself, dropped the pants and ran because he was upstairs crawled into bed with DH (who works nights). I was literally gone for less than 10 minutes, I just gave the chooks some treats. Thankfully, I stuffed the pants into the stove, the fires out, it's 56 degrees, so the windows are open and it's airing out. I don't know what goes threw my children's heads. They were really well behaved, we JUST finished baking some cookies and having fun. Ahhh... mommy's little helpers. Let me tell ya.