Cooking with Kade

Last weekend Kade decided to cook a corn dog for himself and his friend.  He put them in the microwave and turned it on.  After awhile I could start to smell the corn dog so I asked him how long he put it in for.  I thought he said three minutes.  I told him to go check them.  He went into the kitchen but he didn't really check the corn dogs because he was engrossed in his video game.  I walk into the kitchen a few minutes later to smoke billowing out of the microwave and Kade standing in the middle of the kitchen playing his game - totally oblivious.  The whole house was smoky (none of my smoke alarms went off.  Makes you feel real safe if there ever was a real fire).  There was still twenty minutes left on the timer.  I asked him again how long he had set the timer for.  He said thirty minutes.  Thirty minutes!  Holy cow.  Those corn dogs had been cooking for ten minutes.  I opened all the windows in the house and the doors to air it out.  My house has smelled awful for a week.  I've done everything I could find online to get rid of the horrendous smell.  It is now just a faint burnt popcorn smell.  The corn dogs were petrified.  Kade tried pulling the corn dog off the plate and the stick just snapped off.  We had to wait awhile for the plates to cool down enough to remove the corn dogs.  I'm surprised these babies didn't explode in the microwave. We fed the missionaries the next day.  I'm sure they were dying.