Fire Drill

One of the perks of being a foster family is mandatory fire drills at your home. I think it's a fine rule.

We're not currently fostering... but Heidi felt inspired, maybe with it being a day of fireworks and very dry grass everywhere...so about ten minutes ago she initiated an impromptu fire drill. I was playing the piano, Julius was asleep, Adelaide was riding around on Julius' tricycle and Ethan was in his underwear (yes, it's 3pm...I don't know how he gets more progressively undressed throughout the day, but there you have it).

We were heading out the front door to our meeting spot when Ethan suddenly (and maybe for the first time ever) felt the impending shame of being in the front yard in his skimpies. He bolted back into the house hyper and yelling as loud as he could (presumably at the imaginary fire) as he ran down the hall, which in-turn woke up a sleeping Julius.

We have fierce anti-yelling policies when Julius is asleep, a rule truly designed for the greater good. My first thought was to take issue with Ethan breaking the rule, but then I thought:

1. It's a FIRE DRILL! Yelling children is probably a good thing in such a scenario.

2. It's a FIRE DRILL!....and Julius is SLEEPING IN THE HOUSE?!

To deepen the confusion, Heidi, Ethan and Adelaide sat at the meeting spot for several 100 degree minutes, waiting for Julius and I to make our escape... not knowing that I was inside changing his diaper and forsaking the entire drill.

All in all, the performance would have undoubtedly earned us a few demerits from the foster board. We'll regroup and be ready for the next time Heidi gets the itch to sound the alarm.