So, I begrudgingly looked at the homework assignment. Count the number of smoke detectors in the house. Easy enough. 7. Now check them. HUH? All of them? We do that when the time changes - that is our schedule. And they were throwing me all of schedule. So we checked one. It worked fine and we called the assignment "done."
Later, as I lie in bed, I heard the tell-tell (tell-tale, tale-tell, tail-tail??) beeps of a detector with a going-dead-but-not-quite-yet battery. ARGH!!! And wouldn't you know it - it was the one in the blonde's room. Of course I did what any responsible parent would do - I
Tonight, I threw some cauliflower in the oven to roast it and then went to light the grill. When I came back in - the blonde was sitting in the living room
On a more
Me: How was your day?
Me: Boring? Didn't anything exciting happen?
Blonde: Not really. Oh I guess we had a REAL fire drill. There was a small fire, about "this" big in the kitchen and so we had to go outside for like 4 hours and move from one spot to another. There was a fire truck and a TON of police people.
Me: Four hours? Outside? Are you sure?
Blonde: Maybe 3. And it was in the middle of my lunch so I never got any lunch so can I have a snack?
And off she went into the house - - totally oblivious to the fear and concern I had. And what had happened at her school today. And how fucked up their fire safety lesson plan is. I wish I was 8 again.