"Mom, I'm sorry I pulled Jesus' fire alarm..."

Yes folks, you heard me right. Aidan pulled the fire alarm at church yesterday. Luckily all the blocks were finished. I had stayed after to run through a musical number that I'm accompanying for Enrichment on Thursday and since Brett was home with Ethan, Aidan was pretty much left to his own devices. I was trying to pay attention to him while practicing and was already frustrated that the people singing didn't even know their parts and needed to practice without me first when all of the sudden the alarm went off. I'm surprised he was able to reach it- why wouldn't they place it higher on the wall? On the way out of the room to check the alarm I also noticed that he had drawn on the chalk board with a dry erase marker in the relief society room. Sigh. So we scrubbed the marker off the chalkboard and our practice was put to an end quickly- thank goodness. I was not happy- it sounds funny now but it was pretty much the hit the wall moment for me that week. As we were getting in the car, the whole brigade pulled up- 2 firetrucks, with about 5 men each, a volunteer SUV and an ambulance. I drove over to the first firetruck and asked them if any of them wanted to explain to a 3 year old why we don't pull the alarm. They laughed that he was only 3 and came over to the car and told him not to pull it again. Then they rewarded his behavior with a sticker and called him an honorary fireman. Fabulous. :) It was ok- he felt really bad and the alarm really scared him so I was really glad they were nice about it. On the way home I was really quiet and he said, "Mom, I'm sorry I pulled Jesus' fire alarm." Sweet boy.