If you were halfway through a grocery shopping trip with two kiddos who are peacefully coexisting (I mean not crying, poking each other, or asking to see the lobsters swim in the tank for the hundredth time) when the fire alarms go off? I say: As long as you don't see fire and can't smell smoke, keep on keepin' on. That's how we managed our shopping trip the other day, and every trip to the store since then, Jacob has asked if there will be alarms. My answer: Maybe if you are really good and listen to everything Mommy says, there might be.
I'm evil.
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