Birthday Fire Alarm Candles
February 14, 2008
Another thing that might make your 3 yr old laugh is to find some of those candles that relight themselves and next time there is a family birthday celebration, sneak one of the candles in with the others – I’m figuring your 3 yr old helps blow out the candles, right?
We recently celebrated my husband’s 58th birthday – the grandkids, 5 and 3 1/2 decorated the cake with the candles and our son helped with the “funny” one. After singing to Grandpa, they helped him blow them out and then many giggles ensued as this one lone candle kept flaming – they’d blow it out and it would relight etc.
I’ve been meaning to tell this story about “candles that can’t be blown out” for a while. Feb 12 was Random Granddaughter’s birthday. She is a child with a birthday too close to Valentine’s Day (a problem similar to the ones children with birthdays too close to New Year or too close to Christmas have). She had an early birthday party shared with Grandpa’s birthday party ) already described and I presume she had a “real birthday party” with her best friends this week and then Grandma’s birthday is at the end of this month so she will probably have a “late” birthday party too. I don’t think three birthday parties is too many for someone turning four years old, do you?
Anyway, on my last job in an computer school in an elegant refurbished four-story office building in downtown Portland, Oregon, we had a birthday party for our boss, “T”. One of the employees (the lab manager, Donny) was a real smart ass. (Much worse than I am, hard as that is to believe.)
He snuck some “relighting” candles on to the boss’ birthday cake. When the boss (who also had a excellent sense of humor) tried to blow them out, the candles relit themselves..
The refurbished office building was well equipped with fire detectors. About the third time the candles relit, all the alarms on the first floor of the office building started ringing. The alarms were wired into the downtown Portland Fire Department. Within a few minutes, fire engines, sirens howling, pulled up in front of the office building, and firemen in full gear came rushing in with hoses and axes ready to put us all out.
They weren’t as amused as they probably should have been.
This story is still probably a little too early to tell to Random Granddaughter (who, as regular readers of my blog know, considers herself a fire chief.) However, when she is five, she may be amused. Or like a real fire chief, not amused, as the case may be.