Today, when I went to pick Madeline up from kindergarten, the gates to the school were shut and the road that runs alongside was lined with vehicles. I figured that they were having an end-of-day fire drill, and was a little cranky about it because the timing created a logistic issue that mid-day drills do not, because all of those vehicles were going to want to enter the school property all at the same time, instead of the staggered arrivals of a normal day. I decided to park at the grocery store five minutes down the road and walk to the school instead. After waiting outside in the blazing sun for at least ten minutes with the other parents, the gates were opened and an announcement came over the PA system, letting all of us on the school grounds know that the Bomb Drill was over. Wha? Bomb Drill? I didn't have those when I was in school, ever!
Sometimes I forget where I live now.