"Fire" at the playhouse

Firefighter Sophia.


Saturday the girls and I were playing outside while George was at work.
They both love the pink playhouse in the backyard. Sophia likes to pretend to cook and the be the hostess. Gianna likes to sit at the little table -- or if Mommy's back is turned, climb on top of the table and wave out the window.
Sophia also likes to play firefighter. (Some of you may remember that she had a firetruck party for her 3rd birthday.) She drives her truck, gets 911 calls, exercises during the down time, runs around, etc.
Well on Saturday, there was a "fire" at the pink house.
Gianna was sitting on the little chair, one arm resting on the table the other resting on the window sill. Just hanging out.
Sophia comes running through the yard caring a garden hose and yelling "Get out! There's a fire."
Gianna looks at her and doesn't move.
Sophia puts the hose through the window and runs around to the door. "Get out, Gianna! The house is on fire."
Gianna doesn't move.
Sophia grabs her arm. "Get out! There's a fire! Get out!"
Gianna screams.
Sophia pulls on Gianna's arm, "Get OUT! GET OUT!"
Gianna grabs onto the table and screams.
Sophia pulls more.
Gianna digs her heels in and screams.
Mommy intervenes. "Sophia, Gianna doesn't understand. Just let her sit in the house. You can fight the fire in the kitchen."
"But she's my sister and I love her. I don't want her to get burned," Sophia cries and pulls Gianna more.
Gianna cries louder.
"Sophia, let's pretend Gianna is wearing a protective fireproof suit. She can sit there and not get burned."
Sophia, "OK. There you go Gigi."