Fire! Fire!

This afternoon I left Livi alone in the house for about a half hour.  She's nine.  She can handle it right?  It's not like I haven't tried this before with Ben.

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So I said to her "If there's a fire, call 911 and go to the neighbors. Okay?"

No response.

"Do you hear me?"

"Livi?"

"YES!"

"Okay!  I just never know when you're listening!"

So tonight I was broiling lambchops when smoke started pouring out the the oven.  My lambchop was on fire.

As I beat the lambchop with a dishtowel and Scott and I scrambled around the house to open windows  Livi said "Is this one of those times I'm supposed to call 911 and go to the neighbors?"

Smartass.