Never a dull moment around here. Last night, the fire alarm went off at 3:00 AM. David leaped out of bed in a single bound, which was reassuring considering my daughter was practically drowning once and he completely froze. (I had to go in the water fully dressed to save her.)
Josh, my almost four year old, slept peacefully through the shrill, piercing blare. I carried him to the front door.
There was no fire. David checked the basement and attic, but couldn't find anything that might have set it off. The police came. The fire department came. They checked for carbon monoxide but found nothing. They said an insect probably crawled into one of the units triggering the alarm. We apologized profusely for waking them in the middle of the night.
Josh got back into bed and speculated for an hour on why we say "the alarm went off" when the alarm actually went "on."