Last evening I get home from work and I smell our kinda smoke in the air ! Damn someone is quing and it ain't me . I walk up to my front door and my house is full of smoke .... seems my 12 year old daughter ( I raise her alone ) is cooking us burgers on the smoker with the water pan full of apple juice ... I mean dang she asks if they look done and I say yeah they are looking good ... I then asked her to step out to my car in the frt yard to fetch me something I knew wasn't there . While she was doing that I slipped off the top of the smoker , converted it to a grill and dropped them babies down and put some heat in them ...meanwhile I called my daughter on the cell and kept talking to her until the burgers reached temp and no blood was present ... converted smoker back to the way she had it and told her I think her burgers are done ... she started crying as she was so happy she had cooked just like daddy ... I could not be mad and I couldn't tell what I had done ... You just had to be there to appreciate this effort ... the house was full of smoke as she had left the sliding glass above the smoker open like daddy does when he is soaking wood ...next up I must tell her about cooking times and what I had done ....