"Fire!"

On Sunday I had a meeting after church, so Jason took on the roll of making sure Deacon got ready and down for his nap. About an hour or so later, Jason decided to take a little nap himself.

{Yes. Our guilty pleasure is taking a nap while our little guy takes one too.}

He was resting comfortably for only a little bit when he heard,

"Fire Daddy!".... pause...

"A fire Daddy!"

Did he hear him right?? What?

"Daddy a hurt"... pause...

"A hurt Daddy"

Hesitantly, Jason decided he better go see what was going on...

{we have a little space heater for D's room, but he knew it was unplugged, so he didn't know what was happening}

And there our little guy was sitting happily in his crib, with a little grin on his face letting Jason know that Deacon knew exactly what he was up too.

Jason said that look was the look, "You sucker. I got you."

Ha ha.

He was wearing his Paul Frank shirt with a little monkey riding on a motorcycle with flames coming from the tires...

that was the "Fire".

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So much for the afternoon nap.