Scowling, Puffy red jacket

Recently, Mr. Man and I were on a vacation in beautiful Lake Tahoe.
Our room was on the top floor of the resort, and provided an excellent view of the lake, mountains and forest. The elevators were being serviced, but there was one central elevator still working, and usually had no wait, even though it had to come to the 6th floor.

We were ready for a day out and about and stood waiting expectantly for the elevator. We could hear a commotion and screaming from below, followed by the fire alarms. Assessing our nearest escape route, the alarm ceases and the elevator doors open.

A 3 year old boy, wearing a bright red, puffy down jacket complete with hood,  comes bursting out and is dragged back in like a bouncy red ball  on a rubber band by his mother.

She is a MOM.

She has those long, extendable rubber arms and lightning reflexes only a seasoned mother develops. She has 2 other boys in the elevator with her, each a little older than her youngest, also dressed in the family uniform of the day. . . puffy red hooded jacket which makes the boys look three times their normal size with snow pants and boots. These two are tucked quietly into the corner of the elevator with backs up against the wall, lips sealed , hands at sides. Their brother, who had been dragged back into the elevator and now has his back against the wall with mothers hand across his chest, is scowling.
Mom apologizes to us as we board, and explains they had a bit of a scuffle on their way up to their room, and her son pulled the fire alarms.

The "glowering scowler is looking at Mr. Man and I. " ( He'll have to manage a worse look than that to frighten us.)
I look him in the eye and said, "Did you pull the fire alarm?"
He nods, yes.
I ask, "Was there a fire or an emergency?"
He says, "nope"
Mr. Man eyes him. "You never pull the alarm if there is no fire or emergency. That is bad . "
Mom nods, and says, "Yes. Very bad!"
We arrive on the ground floor. The Scowler looks up at us and says, with teeth clenched,  "Yeah, but I  wanted to see a fire truck and a fire. "

Mr. Man and I exit to outside. We look at each other. . . . both of us have clenched teeth and say,
"I just wanted to see a fire truck".

I'm also laughing because, really, who doesn't like to see a fireman on a firetruck?

I'd like to meet the Scowler again in 20 years to see if he's become a fireman or a Pyromaniac!