Fire Drill

Every month we have a fire drill at work.  So, in case there's a fire the boys know to LEAVE THE HOUSE and meet in the driveway.

Yesterday when the boys got home from school I told them that we would be having a fire drill that day.  T was all kinds of excited and worried.  "How are we going to have the alarm?  There isn't a handle to pull (like at school)."  I explained we'd push the test button on the fire alarm.  "Won't it hurt Zoey's (Greg's dog) ears?"  "That's a good point.  Maybe Greg will take her outside before it goes off."  "Can I push the button?"  "No.  You're going to be in your room pretending to play wii."

When the time was getting closer to the actual drill, T went up to his room.  He returned back downstairs happily exclaiming that he was ready!  I looked over at him and saw that he had put on one of his favorite shirts for the occasion--a button up shirt with flames on it.  I tried to cover up my laughter.  Greg didn't think it was nearly as funny as I did, but he also didn't think this was nearly as funny as I did.

T went back upstairs.  A minute later he came back down wearing not only his flame shirt, but a hard hat.  Greg and I looked at him and both said, "in case it turns into an earthquake." 

I sent him back upstairs to pretend to play his Wii, because that would be a more real life situation than any.  Greg set off the alarm and T dashed downstairs and outside like a joyful deer frolicking in a meadow.  Best moment of his life.

I can only hope that in the case of a real emergency he doesn't stop to put on his flame shirt.  Maybe the hard hat.  But not the flame shirt.