The Donuts Were a BAD idea

Alright, so yesterday I was babysitting, two girls one 14 and one 12 with special needs. The 14 year old decides that she wants to make donuts. She has the "perfect" plan, go buy Pillsbury pizza dough and fry it. (Yuck!) I ask if this is something she has done before, yes yes of course she has. Now usually I don't automatically believe the kids I babysit, and don't go along with whatever silly project/activity they want to do, but yesterday was different. The combination of the fact that I was sooo tired and too lazy to come up with another idea, the fact that she really is trustworthy, and the fact that she is pretty independent and really doesn't even need a babysitter made me decide to go along with her little plan. So we headed off to the grocery store and got us some pizza dough. We got back to the house and heated up some oil. Once it was hot we started putting balls of the dough in. It wasn't really working, the outside would burn but the inside would still not be cooked. I asked again if she had really done this before. She said yes, but fessed up that it didn't work last time either. GREAT, gross donuts and a mess to clean up, freaking fantastic. If that wasn't bad enough the oil started smoking. Immediately I turn off that stove and we turn on the fan. This wasn't helping. The house was filling with smoke, so I take the pot outside and set it in the dirt. The oil was still smoking. By this time we have all the doors and windows open and I'm getting a little frazzled. The babysitter that was supposed to stay with the girls over night was on her way, what would she think of me with this crazy disaster going on. I decide that the smoking oil needs to stop. So I grab a hose, stand far away and spray the pot down, I'm sure you know what happens next, EXPLOSION!!! I must say it was pretty awesome, and it's a good thing I knew to stand back. Anyway a couple minutes later the other babysitter shows up to the smoke filled house. Turns out she is cool and totally understands this cooking disaster. I left a voicemail on the mom's phone, she hasn't called me back. I know I'll be hired again because the mom and I are good family friends and she is very chill, I'm just looking for that reassuring, "Blair it's no big deal" call. Anyway the moral of the story is that you should stick to buying donuts instead of stupidly letting the child you're babysitting convince you it's cool to make them yourself.