Let's pretend for a moment my cell phone is actually in a place where my kids could find it in case of an emergency (ok-with that said I'm now going to go make a place for my cell phone to always be in case of an emergency), we might be in a tad bit of trouble it if is left up to Billy to call for help. He stubbornly believes that 99111 IS the emergency number.
However, after a week of fire safety (during which I accidentally ignited spaghetti noodles, momentarily transforming my stove top into a ball of flames), all of the kids can stop, drop, and roll and know all about poisonous smoke and fire dogs.
I took them on a field trip to our volunteer fire station, where they played with lights, sirens, hoses, and masks. True to their unpredictable nature, they rushed right through the tour of the big red engine so they could look in the chief's command vehicle:
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