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When Oliver was three, Sherlock set fire to the kitchen. Oliver stared at the flames; Sherlock grabbed him and rushed him out of the building.
When John arrived home to fire crews, Oliver exclaimed, “Daddy set the house on fire!”
“It was a small chemical fire. They’re making a big fuss for nothing.”
“It was a huge fire!” Oliver said, holding his little arms out as far as they would go. “Bigger than a million.”
“That doesn’t even make sense, Ollie,” said Sherlock.
“It was so silly,” continued Oliver, giggling now in delight. “Because it wasn’t even in the fireplace!”
When John arrived home to fire crews, Oliver exclaimed, “Daddy set the house on fire!”
“It was a small chemical fire. They’re making a big fuss for nothing.”
“It was a huge fire!” Oliver said, holding his little arms out as far as they would go. “Bigger than a million.”
“That doesn’t even make sense, Ollie,” said Sherlock.
“It was so silly,” continued Oliver, giggling now in delight. “Because it wasn’t even in the fireplace!”
