The other day the smoke alarm went off (my stove top had an eensy-weensy bit of something caked on the burner) when I was making rice. IT WAS SO LOUD. I really hate that thing - it has yet to save us from an actual fire, it just goes off at the most annoying times. FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! it screams at me. I run from the kitchen to take it down (which is only a few feet away from any other room in our house) and I get it down. Of course this doesn't stop the horrifying LOUD noise and I rip the batteries out of the thing. AHHHH.......finally, peace and quiet.
Then I wonder why the kids aren't making any noise, why aren't they complaining and whining about the loud FIRE!! FIRE FIRE! like I am?
Oh, that's right......................
Dora's on. Priorities, people, priorities. I don't think they even heard the obnoxiously, loud smoke alarm which was mere feet from them. They are in the zone. Good thing it wasn't a real fire, I think they would try dragging out the tv before their own mother.