Posted on Mon 01/07/08 in Fatherhood
Last night, I woke up possibly more alert than ever. Ethan decided at 2am that he needed to play with his trucks. So, he got up and opened the door to the garage, which is locked from the outside, but not from the inside. This immediately set off the house alarm, which is EXTREMELY loud.
I woke up thinking there was a fire (from the smoke alarm)... see I'm no electrician, but I'd been playing switch-swapper that day with some of the electrical outlets in a few rooms on the other side of the house. As I moved quickly towards Ethan's room, I scanned the room for intruders and available fire extinguishers (which we have plenty of). I was ready to apply The Chicken Hold (a very deadly hold) on someone.
As I moved through the kitchen, I saw Ethan standing at the garage door, hand still on the handle and the door slightly cracked open. He I disabled the alarm and looked back to Ethan. He said, "trucks?" I said, "No."
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