We may have accidentally traumatized our preschooler. It went like this:
There we were, minding our own business in the driveway,
doing a little bike care seminar with the girls.
When all of a sudden, fire sirens go off and My Chef says LOOK AT THAT BIG STACK OF SMOKE. GET IN THE CAR, GET IN THE CAR!!
So we jump in the car, and The Taz confuses our excited-rubber-necker voices for
the-sky-is-falling-save-the-children voices.
So she was already on high alert when we drove to see this:
Rylee: "Why are those people up on that ladder? That's dangerous."
"Are their people ok?"
"Does any aminals live there?"
"Is our house on fire?"
"What will happen if we get a fire on our house?"
According to news outlets, no persons or animals were harmed in this fire,
except for The Taz who hasn't slept right since her
overly curious parents took her to witness
what they have speculated to be nothing more than insurance fraud.
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