Yes, he has autism.
Yes, that means that his logical processing skills are....lacking, to put it gently. Especially when it comes to the consequences of his own behavior.
But seriously - you'd think he'd know better.
Especially after all he's been through.
Remember this? Rafiki burnt to a crisp.this? Brendan's torso burnt to a crisp.
Sierra sleeping in, younger 3 boys upstairs playing quietly, Brendan watching Monsters Inc (the current Disney movie of choice) in his room, all while mommy and daddy laid in bed, enjoying the silence.
So while Jordan came down the stairs screaming, "It wasn't US!!! We weren't even DOWN here," and Camden was helping with "Do we need to call the fire fighters? I know how!" Roger and I opened all the windows and got the kids out of the way.
Sierra finally decided to join the party, but instead of shock, she was more concerned with tattling."MOM-I can see the boys, and they're outside playing with their friends on a Sunday!" Because we all know that breakin the Sabbath is the biggest of our worries at the moment.
I must admit though, that once the intial panic subsided, they had a blast climbing in and out through the window (since it has no screen).
And playing tag with their next door buddies.
And telling them, "We can't go back into our house yet or we could die."
"Yeah-we could be DEAD."
Let's just keep that last part to ourselves, okay boys?
Meanwhile, the search for the culprit began.
Not in his room.
Not anywhere downstairs.
Not anywhere upstairs.
We finally located him in the corner of the backyard, visibly shaken.....but still smart enough to high tail it out of the house in a heroic act of self preservation....and so that he could watch as the rest of us perished in flames.
Once the smoke cleared (although the burnt plastic smell did not), we got to work unscrewing the surround... and taking Mr. Stinky Pants out into the garage until our next monthly bulk pick-up...