this morning #1916.

this morning, while the copters are circling overhead, while sirens have started sounding all over town, my son refuses to get out from under the kitchen table. so far, i’ve been unable to convince him that it’s nothing to worry about. that it’s safe for him to come out from under there so we can finish getting him ready for the school bus. my calm tone just wasn’t sounding sure enough for him. i mean, it might be an emergency. more than likely though, it’s not. i wasn’t seeing anything online about a crisis so why delay our day? as i continued to plead with him, i received a text from my brother. then my mom. then from his school. then a phone alert blared through the air. i looked at it in horror. joined him under there.