We drove past an apartment fire today. Smoke poured out of a fourth-floor sliding door and wafted across the road we were on. As we crawled past the ladder trucks and the scuttling firemen my daughter looked up from her book and said, surprised, "Ooh, look! That building's on fire!"
The younger one sniffed the air and said absently, "Hm. Smells like cookies."
4 comments:
You know that batch of cookies you were going to make me... never mind.
maybe it was made out of gingerbread ...
Mark - hahahahaaaaa!!!!
hehe! Here I thought you were a good baker! This comment makes me wonder about your cookies! ;)
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