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A couple days ago, Eden had a fire drill in school. I forgot to warn her about fire drills. She hates loud noises, so my understanding is that she spent the duration of the fire drill buried in her teacher's side.
Today, Eden's class had another kind of drill. According to Eden, it was a "Volcano Drill." She explained that instead of going outside, they got on the ground real close to the wall and tucked their heads between their knees. Seems like a bad idea to me - my instincts would tell me that in the event of volcanic eruption, you run like crazy. Although, really, a volcano in South Florida would likely symbol Jesus's arrival - so maybe on your knees is the place to be.
Or maybe it was a tornado drill.
Today, Eden's class had another kind of drill. According to Eden, it was a "Volcano Drill." She explained that instead of going outside, they got on the ground real close to the wall and tucked their heads between their knees. Seems like a bad idea to me - my instincts would tell me that in the event of volcanic eruption, you run like crazy. Although, really, a volcano in South Florida would likely symbol Jesus's arrival - so maybe on your knees is the place to be.
Or maybe it was a tornado drill.
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When I was little, my mom told me the proper thing to say when someone knocks on the door of a public restroom you're currently using is, "Occupied." (Why did she think I could remember that? What was wrong with "just a minute!"?)
So when the time came that I was in a public bathroom and someone knocked, I said in my most proper child's voice, "Octopus!"
Pretty scary to think of your kindergartner having to practice preparing for such an event…