The last time I used my oven, some of the sauce from the dish overflowed and hit the bottom of the oven. I didn't have time to clean it up and had forgotten about it. This morning I slid a pan of buttermilk biscuits into the oven and noticed a slightly smoky smell. The oven was already hot and it was too late to do anything about it, so I decided to let it burn off.
A couple of minutes later . . .
My son: Mom, what's that smell?
Me: Something spilled on the bottom of the oven. It's burning off. Everything is fine.
My other son: Mom, what do I smell?
Me: You smell some sauce that fell on the bottom of the oven. Everything is fine.
My daughter: Mom, it's getting smoky in here.
Me: When something is burning off, it does create smoke. Everything is just fine. Your breakfast is not burning.
Me, two minutes later: Oh, crap . . .