Recently Ethan (my 2.5 year old son) came up to me as I was walking through the kitchen and said:
“Daddy, I’m gonna burn the house down.”

I stopped dead in my tracks.
As I replayed the event in my head it got even creepier.

“What’s that buddy?” I said.

He repeated faithfully, “Daddy, I’m gonna burn the house down.”

As my mind franticly started to think of all the things I needed to hide better, and calculate the costs of long term psychotherapy I tried one more time to verify this odd and horrible desire.

“Ethan? You want to B…”

I got to the ‘B’ in Burn when I realized what was going on.
He was saying “BLOW”.

The three little pigs is currently his favorite bed time story and he was trying to say “Daddy, I’m gonna BLOW the house down.”

Relieved we spent the after noon stacking rolls of paper towels and trying to blow them over.