The day started out exciting, in my book. The kids and I went with our homeschool group to tour the ACME Bread Co bakery. It was a great tour, the guide was exceptional with the kids and we all got free bread to take home. How much more excitement did we need? Apparently more was to come…
When we got home, I opened the door to the house and immediately could smell burning plastic. Then as I looked up I could see the smokey haze that was filling the house. I told Kade and Berlin to go back to the car and buckle themselves in their car seats and I ventured in to find out what was on fire. The craziest thing – I could NOT figure out what was burning. I went through the entire house, checking appliances, cords; feeling outlets and walls; sniffing like I was some sort of bloodhound. I couldn’t find it, but something was definitely burning. So I called Kyle. He came home and did the same thing. His best guess was the fridge. So we called our rental company and discovered that we “had” to call 911. They wouldn’t come fix the melting fridge until we did.
Kade could not have been more excited when the firetruck rolled up. Three fireman hopped out and immediately handed out hats to the kids, even before heading inside. Talk about marketing!
Kade and Berlin couldn’t wait to pretend to be firefighters. Of course, the minivan made an exceptional truck!
The firemen used this huge fan to blow out the smoke. They completely validated Kyle’s detective skills and agreed it was the fridge. A relay had gone out in the bottom and was causing all the trouble. I wanted to get Kade and Berlin’s picture next to the fan, so I asked them to sit next to it. This is Kade’s “Firefighters don’t have time for pictures, Mom” face.
After it was all over, the firemen let the kids sit in the front of the truck for pictures!
Berlin was not as enthusiastic as Kade, she got super shy and nervous even when Dad was holding her.
This was the culprit. But all’s well that ends well and it did end well. The fridge was fixed later that day and no one got hurt.































