Junior Fire Chief

One morning we woke up to firetrucks lined up and down our street. Finn and I went outside to investigate. It seems that there was a false alarm down the road. After it was clear that things were okay, a fireman came up a made Finn a Junior Fire Chief.


Knowing that Fire Chiefs generally have moustaches, Finn sloppily ate his Nutella on toast so he would perfect the look.


Since then, the hotel nearb had an alarm go off to. Finn ran, put on his hat, and took me outside so he could run the command center. At least for the junior firefighters.