Fire Drill

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A house near us caught fire a week or so ago; it was the second time in seven years that the house had burned down. The other day, a fire truck raced by our house – the Minnow and I saw it while we were out for a walk. Now, the second event isn’t all that remarkable. After all, we live right around the corner from a fire station. The house burning down … now that’s remarkable (and suspicious, but that’s not my issue). Add to that, the commercials saying that not being ready isn’t a readiness plan, and the Angelfish decided that it was time for a fire drill.

At dinner, the Angelfish laid out all of our responsibilities. She would get the Minnow and her coat. Clownfish was responsible for getting the Guppy, both of their coats, and her phone. The Guppy was responsible for bringing two dolls and her iPad if it was up there. I was responsible for wallets, keys, any laptops in the house, and my cell phone (and the Angelfish’s if it was downstairs). These responsibilities work because of where we leave everything – all keys are in a bowl, which is conveniently right next to where wallets and laptops are left when not in use. Clownfish’s room is right across from the Guppy’s, and we leave the Guppy’s coats in her room. Angelfish is usually right by the Minnow. It is a fairly well-thought out plan.

So dinner finished, and we were told to all go up to our rooms and turn off the lights. For this drill, we would assemble at our front door. So that’s what we did. I got my stopwatch out (okay, I got out the stopwatch app on my phone) and sat in the dark. The Angelfish got up, made the WORST whooping alarm noise ever, and called out “Fire Drill!” We were obviously a well-oiled and ready machine assembling, Avengers-style, in no time flat.

Or not.

Clownfish forgot her shoes and coat. Guppy had her shoes but they were barely on – for some reason, she had picked shoes that required multiple straps to be adjusted (and were therefore probably not the best choice). I had grabbed my gym shoes, which happened to be downstairs (they aren’t supposed to be) but hadn’t fully gotten them on either. We did stumble to the door in 45 seconds though.

Now, each of us gets to plan our own fire drill. The Guppy got upset and couldn’t understand why hers couldn’t be later that night. I don’t know when mine will be, but expect it at 3 in the morning on a Saturday. Just because.

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