Driving home from pre-school Ashlin told me she had a secret. A secret she’d tell me at home, and then tell dada, and then Teagan and then mama. Ok. You can totally tell me your secret twice. She admitted that it really wasn’t a secret, she just wanted to say it was, she just wanted to have a secret. Silly girl.
Once we were home, she told us about her secret – that they had a Broken Drill – or something along those lines – in case of an emergency – at school today. She said that all the kids in class as well as the teacher and the para go and sit crisscross applesauce in the bathroom and be quiet. According to her, it was kinda fun, because her teacher let them watch Bubble Guppies on her phone. Ashlin and her sister don’t get to watch that show often at home. When I asked how long the drill was, she told me it was 40 minutes. That seemed a bit long for a drill, when I asked if she got to see all the show, she said no, just a little bit.
We were still talking about this when Teagan got home. Teagan had a fire drill today, even with the rain. She told me that for fire drills they go outside, for work drills they sit on the carpet. But for broken drills they go in to a closet. The kindergartners don’t get to sit, they kneel. There are just too many kindergartners to sit in the closet or hide in the bathroom.
So sad that both my three-year-old and five-year-old know how to hide in place. Crazy that both of them were so blasé about the whole thing, but they don’t know how the world has changed. What they’ve lost. Well, what we’ve lost, they don’t really know. To them, normal is hiding in a closet or a bathroom watching Bubble Guppies on a phone.
I wish the world wasn’t this way. That they can be the silly little girls they are.