We have a smoke detector that senses the tiniest amount of smoke. I mean the very tiniest. And for some reason, anytime the oven goes above 400 degrees, the smoke detector thinks the house is on fire.
So last night I am making some frozen french fries in the oven, which is at 450 degrees. They need to be turned rather frequently. Smoke detector doesn't like that. So imagine every time I opened the oven to check on them, my frantic call for "flapping". Flapping consists of frantically waving a book towards said smoke detector from the stairs leading up. Imagine the call being answered by an excited 8 year old boy, a six year old with a head cold and a three year old in her underwear.