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.
