Me: "He ran down that street!"
Operator: "What street?"
Me: "I don't know. That one over there."
Besides, on the occasions I have had to call 911 it hasn't been fruitful. Oh the joys of living in a big city. I sure hope that satchel was filled with dirty diapers.
We went ahead and saw the chiropractor. Kids were thrilled to go to the big buildings down town. Soon the idiot on the road was soon forgotten. I am thinking their donuts were way more exciting to them than the guy on the road anyway. We headed to the library down the road after our appointment. We were having a blast. I got great ideas for the kids rooms, if we ever own a home again. My kids were checking out their books. I had settled down to nurse the baby when what do we hear? BEEP BEEP BEEP Is it wrong that my first thought was 'Oh great! What did my kids do now?' Then I heard the librarian say, "Ok everyone out, thats the fire alarm." Oh gee this was serious. Heres a good test of your parenting skills: walk swiftly with 8 kids, a stroller and about 200 other people out of large building with numerous exits while a siren is blaring. If you don't loose anyone you pass the test. I pass! The kids did not run in opposite directions, they were scared but calm. I was actually pretty impressed, kept waiting for a disaster.
And all we needed to do was see the chiropractor. That'll teach us not to make all these elaborate plans. So does that count for a fire drill?