Last weekend, Mr. T and I went to Grandma and Grandpa T's house to help them with a garage sale. They had tried to have a garage sale before, but for one reason or another there wasn't much traffic. Last Saturday happened to be the big city wide garage sale, which would certainly prove to be more successful. The only problem was that Grandma and Grandpa T had important out of town plans. Thus, Mr. T and I stepped in.
We arrived Friday night, baby and dog in tow. Annie loves Grandma and Grandpa T's house. They have long, carpeted hallways that she can zoom up and down. You've never seen a happier dog. She's a hilarious sight to behold!
Grandma T is a master garage sale setter-upper. Everything was organized perfectly. All we had to do was open the garage door and welcome people in. In anticipation for an easy morning, we put Tidytot to bed and Mr. T and I snuggled in to stay up late watching episodes of "Bear Grylls, Get Out Alive".
About 10:00 pm we heard a rapid knock on the door. We got up to answer it. "I need you to call 911 and report a fire next door!" I grabbed my phone and did just that. Mr. T handed Annie to me and made his way into the smoke filled night to see how he could help.
Another knock. "Can my boys stay at your house?" And in they came. A few only stayed a short while before they were invited to stay at other friends' houses. The youngest boy opted to stay by himself with me. I thought this quite unusual at first, thinking that most children would not want to stay by themselves with someone they didn't know. I soon discovered that this little guy was absolutely terrified of the smoke and wasn't leaving the safety of the house under any circumstances.
So we sat in front of the big dining room window, watched the fire trucks, read Button Soup, and talked.
"Can the smoke get in here?"
"No sweetheart, you are safe in here."
"What about my stuff? Will the smoke get to my stuff?"
"I don't know."
"What about my tiger? I left my tiger in there! Or my TV? Oh no, we just got a new cat! Will my cat be okay?"
"I'm sure everything will be fine."
"Hey, is your dog a boy or girl?"
"She's a girl."
"So she can have babies!"
"Well, she can't have babies. Sometimes you can make it so dogs can't...er...um...have babies...um...I guess. I don't know."
Soon Nana came to the door to take the little guy to her house.
"Nana, our house is on fire!"
"I see that." she said.
"The cat did it."
We both laughed. She carried a crying boy through the scary smoke to the safety of her house. Mr. T came in from his heroic escapades and I sent him to shower off the smoke smell while I stuck his clothes in the wash.
The next day was full of garage sales and junk food. All in all it was a pretty relaxing day given the previous night's adventures.
In case you're wondering, the cat made it out just fine.
Grandma S is coming to stay this weekend. We'll see what adventures unfold while she's here!