13 December 2011

Commando Fire Drill


Heh. Our son, Evan. Not some other Evan.

And the rest of the story is...

Remember that fear we all had in grade school that we'd be in the bathroom when the fire alarm went off? Evan was on the changing table when the alarm went off. Miss Betty took the rules very seriously and Evan went out with no diaper or pants on. No worries, they covered him with a blanket.

And do you know how they take babies outside for a fire drill? They put four babies in one crib on wheels and roll them out into the parking lot. That's a lot of babies in very close proximity to the half naked baby! I just hope it was some of the less curious babies in Evan's crib. Like, not Allen, who comes crawling over the second we put Evan down in the morning. Or Violet who was banging him in the face with a toy when we picked him up today.

He was apparently very excited about being outside... with his junk hanging out. Miss Betty said, "I just kept saying, Please don't pee! Please don't pee!"  Can you imagine? A crib full of babies. Outside. And pee. Miss Betty would've really had a mess on her hands. Luckily, Evan was too excited about seeing the sky and trees to pee on the other babies. So considerate, that child of mine.

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