So the youngest is learning about the Great Fire of London – thankfully, the last of my children to go through this particularly harrowing topic.
It’s not the historical angle that has got each child in a stress, it’s the visit from the fire brigade. I suspect that all my children have a smidgen of OCD as, after they’ve had the ‘preventing fire’ talk, we’ve had to check all the smoke alarms 15 times, check every electrical appliance is switched off and pile up mobile phones by the bed.
Having pint-sized fire marshals in the house is overwhelming, but maybe I should look on the bright side.
At least they are aware – unlike my husband, who somehow managed to set fire to his shirt while doing some mashed potato.