The other day I took the kids for a walk in the evening to get rid of their energy before bed. Down the street is a house that burned down, so we walked to that to have a fire lesson. I told them that if there is a fire in our house, that they are to scream and scream and scream and scream until Mommy, Daddy or a fireman gets them. (Especially Eve, since she is still little enough to want to hide when she's scared.)
Derrick thought for a minute. Then asked me, "So it's ok if I scream like a girl?"