Knowing when to be afraid and when not to

i guess you can tell a fire fighter's kid from other people's kids. i acknowledge that i am no longer a fire fighter, so perhaps that makes me a wannabe now (not the first time i have been a wannabe), but i was a fire fighter so in many ways this applies.

Tonight we supped on one of my favorite (when i get the recipe right) winter dishes. No, its not winter, but we did get exposed to the influenza B virus this week. Supposedly that is the good one?!?! Anywho, that led to turkey stew. Of course in our house you can't have turkey stew without having the famous Lamont pop-overs - one of many things (especially culinary) that Amy's family brings to the mix! Of course you don't know that the pop-overs are done until the smoke alarm goes off.

Now any good parent has trained their kids proper fire protocols: Where the exits are, where to meet, how to call 911. Does that happen in our house??? What do you think?

Three kids - three responses. Here is how proper fire escape happens in our house when you hear the smoke alarm:

Option one: Exit below the smoke layer

Option two: "What's going on guys?"

(No independent pictures for this. . . just watch the little head in the other three photos)

Option three: "Dad, would you stop burning dinner again already!?"

The end result. . . scrumptious, mouthwatering popovers!