fire drill

the kids' daycare is in the same building as my office. last week we had an ill-timed fire drill - smack in the middle of nap time. poor kids all had to be forced up and out of the building and most never got back to sleep. Q was particularly traumatized by this fire drill. that day he was repeatedly taking off his shoes and actually had them off when the alarm rang. his teacher scolded him for not having his shoes on and reminded him that they need to stay on his feet in case of an emergency. he had a bit of a panic attack. i think he may have been afraid that miss megan was going to leave him behind in a burning building because he wasn't wearing shoes. he's talked about it non-stop. he even asks permission to remove his shoes at home now because he's scared of an emergency. i have to keep reminding him that mommy and daddy only have two kids to worry about at home and can help him get his shoes on whereas miss megan has 16 or so to herd out of the building. after i ran through this explanation for the billionth time this week, quentin looked pensive and then sighed in relief, saying, "we had an emergency and miss megan saved me."