I made chicken tonight. Some of the pan drippings hit the bottom of the oven and the kitchen quickly filled with smoke. It also set off the smoke alarm. I had Daddy help with the smoke alarms while I called the kids for dinner. John came upstairs, waving his hand in front of his face and said “Can we turn the fan on?” He then pinched his nose with his hand and sat down at the table. Gillian, on the other hand, said “Oh come on Mom!” As if I stink up the house every night. I told John that it wasn’t necessary to hold his nose. He said “It’s like you burned down the house!” Daddy didn’t miss a beat and  said “John, you need to get used to this if you are going to be a fireman when you grow up.” John said “You mean firefighter! Girls and boys can be firefighters.” He then proceeded to lecture Daddy on calling people firefighters verses firemen. Gillian listened to this entire discussion and said “I be a princess!” Yes, Gillian you can be a princess when you grow up.