We were getting ready for a big day of shopping with Gran. Dennis couldn't leave the house until he put on what he called his "safety equipment". This is what he thought he needed for shopping: helmet, chest armor, sword... Now if we were Christmas shopping at a big sale the day before the holiday, I could totally see this being appropriate! I thought we'd be driving to Birmingham with a knight in the car, but when I looked in the back seat, I saw a fireman in a gas mask! He found his toy fireman mask at Gran'a before we left and abandoned his Sir Dennis persona in favor of the ever popular Fireman Dennis. He came upstairs while we were doing our Zumba workout tonight (he was in costume) and said he smelled smoke. I (half) jokingly told him my legs were on fire, and he observed them in motion for a few seconds and confirmed "yes, Mommy, I see the smoke coming from them." He ran to get an imaginary hose to spray them down, thank goodness! It must be all the fat melting away...so, technically (and forgive me--it's late) would that be a grease fire? I'll have to tell Fireman Dennis to use special precautions next time.
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