A short time later, the Mizz started to ask about fire. I don't know exactly what triggered it, but he seemed pretty concerned. Every night, he asked, "Will you come get me if there's a fire?" Each night he thought about it a little more and it morphed into things like, "If there's a fire outside the window, and we open the window, the fire will come inside. If there's a fire outside the door, and we open the door, then it will come inside and we'll have TWO fires. If there's a fire in the WHOLE room, then we'll have to jump over it. Will you help me jump over the fire?" "We could build a hose INSIDE if there's a fire. Will you build a hose inside?" "That's why we have a smoke betactor." "I have some more questions about fire." It finally settled back down to, "Will you come get me if there's a fire?" and then kind of chilled out for a couple days.
Then last night, as I'm leaving the room, I hear, "Will you come get me if there's a fire or a printer?"
[Added 1/20/09: He's recently added, "Will you come get me if there's anything that makes me sad? But that's mostly just fires and printers." It must be hard to be three.]
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