the tindog coffeehouse

As we were eating dinner tonight, Megan and Erin casually told me about the lockdown drill they had at school earlier. I knew they had drills like this, but it’s still jarring to hear your 7- and 5-year-olds describe them.

In the drill, they shut the classroom door and turn the lights off, then blackout the windows and stand quietly against the wall.

Truly scary stuff, considering the real-life tragedies that prompted the exercise.

I’m old enough to remember ducking under our desks in case of a nuclear war. (Still not sure how that would’ve done any good, but whatever.)

I guess this is just trading one fear for another.