Fire whistle...

We live just a block over and down from the firehouse here in Newport. When we first moved here Ethan and Bia would come crying every time it went off. Which proved to be rather exasperating due to the fact that it was a gauranteed event every day at noon.

Over the months they've become adjusted to it and seem to not even hear it anymore. About a week or two ago, Bia came to me when it went off at noon and asked why it was doing that. I explained to her that it went off at lunch time to let everyone know it was time to eat. She gave me her her customary, "to what?" comment after which I explained again and she then gave her customary, "O!".

Today I was just wiping off the table from us eating an early lunch and the fire whistle started its wail. Bia was laying on the floor "fixing" her bike and glanced at me long enough to say, "That fire whistle is making me hungry!" :) Lol!! Guess that's what she got outa my explanation.