I see arson in our future.
Today my son’s preschool class talked about fire safety. He arrived home with a sheet of instructions:
Discuss two ways you could exit the house in the event of a fire. Discuss where you would meet your family outside.
He didn’t offer any suggestions, so I got the ball rolling.
“We could meet in front of our mailbox,” I said. “That way you wouldn’t have to cross the street.”
He thought about it for a moment. Then his face lit up.
“We should meet at C’s house!” he said, referring to the three-year-old boy who lives across the road. “We haven’t been over there in a long time. We could play with his toys!”
“We could, but I don’t want you crossing by yourself. I think we should stick to our mailbox for now. If there was a fire.”
”Ok, but let’s make more plans. What will we do if our house becomes old and haunted?”
”Well, I guess we’d have to move.”
”Yeah! We’ll plan to move in with C! Then we could play with his toys anytime we want!”
As they say: fail to prepare and prepare to fail.