Ethan, my fire marshall

Ethan has become a fugitive wanted by the federal law in town. Here is the story:
On Monday, Ethan and I headed into the local federal building/post office to mail some packages. Everything was fine heading into the post office. We got our packages mailed out quickly as no one was in line. Heading out the door on the way to the car Ethan is trailing behind me. Halfway out the door I turn around to see my son pulling the fire alarm. I proceed to freak out and reprimand him right there on the spot. He doesn;t cry but has a terrified look on his face as the alarms and flashing lights start going off. I proceed to grab him and take him back into the post office to tell them what just happened. I told the man behind the counter and he takes off running. I guess this is protocol when the alarm has been set. So I proceed with Ethan to the car. Once safetly inside the car I proceed to call Dan at work. His office is on the third floor of the building. He starts laughing hysterically at what his son has just accomplished. I am mortified at this point and continue to reprimand him as we are driving away from the scene before the fire trucks show up. About fifteen minutes later I receive a phone call from Dan stating that the maintenance guy from the building came looking for him. He needed to get Ethan's information for the fire report. Also the federal security agent for the building caught the whole thing on tape. I asked for a copy for Ethan's baby book but they said they can't release it.