Parenting Fail: Fire Safety
Two nights ago, Gabe made pizza for dinner and at one point, the pizza stone, well-used, began to smoke. This, of course, set off the fire alarm.
The boys were in the family room watching cartoons as they waited for dinner. Upon hearing the alarm, one of them got up, shut the door to the kitchen, and returned to the couch.
Oh, no you did not!
Mama bear stomps in and gives them a rousing lecture on fire safety.
We never take a fire alarm for grated! Never assume! Always proceed to the assigned exit according to our family fire-safety plan!
Pretty sure there was index-finger wagging. I was eloquent in my outrage.
So last night, I’m making dinner and Scrappy is in the bathtub. Once again, the oven began to smoke and the fire alarm goes off.
I turn and see my terrifed son, soapy and dripping and stark naked, crawling on all fours as prescribed by the family fire-safety plan, down the hallway to the front door.
He was nearly on the porch before I convinced him that he didn’t have to leave the house THIS TIME.
Never mind what mommy told you yesterday.
Forget that part. Only, don’t forget that part NEXT time.