or, excitement at MOPSOur morning started with a strange cry from Adam: "I don't wike the stranger over dere!" pointing at a vague area in his room.
"What stranger?" I asked.
"DAT one!"
I got him out of bed to go see what the "stranger" was -- apparently it was the cord of his humidifier. And he didn't want it there anymore. So I moved the humidifier out of his room -- it's not really doing anything right now anyway -- and all was well.
Later, while at my MOPS meeting, we learned that the church where our meeting is held (where there is also a school) was under lockdown -- along with the rest of the county -- due to bank robbers on the loose. The school principal came in and told us that the doors to all the classrooms were locked, so no one was to be in the halls, and that all the outside doors were locked.
I had to ask the principal if the kids had heard anything, especially knowing Mr. Scaredy Pants (that would be Mark)... No, the kids don't even know the doors to their rooms are locked...
Eventually (at the correct time) they allowed us to go, and to get our kids; the classrooms were no longer locked and we were free to move about the halls, and there were large men at all the doors and in the parking lot to make sure we got to our cars safely.
I picked Mark up at his class, and he announced that there were "BAD GUYS" outside and that "we had to stay in the rooms."
AAAAAAAAARGGGGGG.
Perhaps it's like last year when Mark told me all about tornadoes after the possible tornado drill at MOPS. Turns out they didn't tell them about the tornado drill at all. Perhaps he heard someone telling the teachers that it might happen. Possibly he heard the school principal or one of our leaders telling the MOPS teachers what was going on.
Needless to say, he was quite nervous.
I don't think I'll tell him that the police have a perimeter set up surrounding our church (and the nearby fields and woods) to find the bank robber.
SCARY.
P.S. No one was injured in the robbery.