Dinner was cleaned up, the kids were bathed and playing and I was getting ready to do a little bit of scrapbooking when Drew yells "Mom!!! Mom!!! Fire! Fire!" As with any emergency alert, I rush into action. Hmmm...doesn't smell like fire...I knew at that point that there wasn't a fire but Drew keeps saying, "Mom, there's fire! There's fire!" With an eyeroll I go over to where Drew is sitting and say, "Where is the fire?"
"Right here!" he says pointing.
"Oh," I laugh. "A spider."
"That's what I said. A fire."
Either I need my ears checked or we really need to work on Drew's pronunciation. Disaster averted...again.
