Fire! Mind your booty.

As we waited for our coffee from Karvana, just across the street from the fire house, the hook and latter truck groaned into action and, predictably, I got excited. "Look girls!" I declared, as if they're the ones who get worked up upon seeing a fire truck in action, "there goes the fire truck!" Kate and Sarah gazed at the truck as it passed us, its lights whirling and sirens blaring. Sarah said "Uh-oh, something got on fire." Before I could correct Sarah's grammar Kate piped up with "I hope it's not our butts!"