Fire Bells

Getting the kids cleaned up from breakfast each morning is quite the process. Wesley was first this morning and, after being wiped up, was playing with the parking garage. Said parking garage has an elevator that dings every time it goes up and down. Ding, ding, ding it went over and over and over. As I was walking over to Jack with the wash cloth, he was frantically flapping his hands saying, "Ding, ding, ding! There's a fire! There's a fire!" I got a hold of one of the flapping hands and he immediately stopped "ding-ing" and said "Oh, someone must be cleaning the fire bell!"