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So Jack learned about fire safety at school last week. I didn't think much about it at the time. I still remember "stop, drop and roll."

Jack and I were discussing what he'd learned and he went ahead and showed me the proper technique. Together we picked a meeting point as to where to go in the case of a fire. (Street light, across the street.)

And then he announced he would not leave the house until he knew we were all out and safe. I gently told him that his job would be to get himself out. That's it. And he grew more determined ... he said his job is make sure his whole family is safe. He began offering different scenarios where he would have to help us get the babies out. What if Daddy is out of town? What if Brennan is being unreasonable? What if Mama fell? Again, I told him his job was to get himself out. Period. I told him Dad and I would take care of the rest.

And without a beat he told me he would never leave anyone inside. He couldn't do it.

"Mama, I couldn't live knowing I hadn't helped my family. I won't leave until everyone is out. That's just it."

And I am sure he's telling the truth.