For about two weeks, Cal would NOT STOP peppering me with dark and disturbing questions like, "When the bad guys come into our school, we're going to hide in the corner away from the door or under our desks, but where do we hide from bad guys at home?" And, "Where's our safe place to meet up when the bad guys come and we all have to run away?"
I was all, "WHEN DID YOU TURN SO MORBID?" Golly.
One night last week, Cal and Emmett were talking about school and Aunt Rooter? I wasn't sure who she was but she seemed to have made QUITE the impression at school; these boys were darned excited about her. Emmett was telling Cal that when The Aunt Rooter came, he was in gym class and he hid behind a tree. Cal praised Emmett, "Great job, Em! That's what you're SUPPOSED to do if Aunt Rooters come when you're outside!"
I was very confused.
|Cal unearthed my old boxing stuff from my previous life. He loves punching the paddles.|
"What are you guys talking about?"
"Aunt Rooter drills, Mom. Aunt Rooter drills at school today," they explained like DUH. My mind was picturing a tough old woman who was teaching children to use power tools.
Or, this is what I was hearing since I had NO CONTEXT in my mind for what they were actually saying: INTRUDER DRILLS.
Ok, ok. OK OK OK. I get it. Right? This is America. Home of the free and the brave and the heavily armed. I'm not naive to all of it but this detail of our reality hit me like a sucker punch.
ONE: I wished the school had warned us so at least I would have been prepared for Cal's questions every evening.
TWO: If schools are doing intruder drills district-wide, could they at least call them something ELSE, at least at the Elementary Schools? Like "Purple Drill" or something? And teach the kids what to do during a Purple Drill, or a Purple Incident, prepare them without educating them so?
|I told him I'd take his picture and he struck this pose. Tough guy. Watch out Aunt Rooter.|