kitchen fire

My kitchen is fine (except for what used to be one very nice pan that will end up in the garbage) and my family is fine. Here's the whole story...

George seems to become a pickier eater every day so tonight I decided to engage him in the process in hope that he would eat the items he was involved in making. We decided to make chicken nuggets and George was in charge of dipping the chicken in the egg mixture and then in the Bisquick mixture. I put a pan on the stove with a bit of olive oil and then forgot about it until it started to smoke. When I took the lid off flames burst from the pan. George was completely terrified and started screaming. I told him (in a voice so calm it surprised even me) to go outside. I then had a very vivid flashback of the grease fire that my mom started in our house when I was in junior high. My mom put the pan in the sink and turned the water on which caused an explosion that lit the curtains on fire and caused some other damage. I remember my brother Travis, who was four or five at the time, running out of the house screaming "call 9-1-1" (he was terrified and totally overreacted). Anyway, the moral of the story is that I know that you NEVER, EVER put water on a grease fire. So equipped with this knowledge I grabbed the box of Bisquick that was sitting on the counter, doused the fire, then took the pan off the heat. George was at the front door screaming because in all his panic he couldn't turn the bolt lock. I told him that the fire was out but every fire alarm in my house was blaring and there was a lot of smoke so I just let him out and he ran to the furthest end of the porch. I went upstairs to check on Charlie, expecting to find him scared because of all the noise, and instead found him sitting on the chair in George's room "reading" books. I asked him what he was doing and he looked up briefly, said, "reading books" and then looked back down. I went back downstairs, surveyed the damage from the fire and then went outside to talk to George. He was inconsolable. He didn't want to come inside even though he was wearing only underwear and a t-shirt in our 20 degree weather. I picked him up and told him we were going to go call Nana (she is good at making things better and I wanted to tell her that her kitchen fire may have saved my kitchen from the same fate). George also talked to Travis who was able to relate to his panic. When Paul got home George told him that "there was a huge fire in our house (holding his arms as far as they would reach) and I was really scared."