Dinner's ready
My cooking has always been the target of family jokes.
One evening, as I prepared dinner a bit too quickly, the kitchen filled with smoke and the smoke detector went off.
Although both of my children had received fire-safety training at school, they did not respond to the alarm.
Annoyed, I stormed through the house in search of them. I found them in the bathroom, washing their hands.
Over the loud buzzing of the smoke alarm, I asked them to identify the sound. It's the smoke detector, they replied in unison.
Do you know what that sound means? I demanded. Sure, my oldest replied. Dinner's ready.