Our second-oldest daughter came out to keep me company while I grilled lunch today. I don't know if her decision had anything to do with yesterday's loud FOOMP! I prefer to believe that she wanted to spend some time with her dad.
She reminded me, at least twice, that the burgers seemed to be ready to flip.
By coincidence, today's burgers were unusually nicely done: grilled all the way through, juicy, and not carbonized.
My wife attributes this to our daughter's supervision.
She may be right.