There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children, one is roots; the other, wings.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Fire Drill
Liam came home from school today and told me they had a fire drill. He got very serious and then started to cry. I asked him if the drill scared him or if something else was making him sad. "We had a fire drill, and all I could think about was Ellie," he said. Then, he started sobbing on my shoulder and managed to tell me that the fire drill made him think about us having a fire at our house and Ellie not being able to get out of the house. "And I don't want Ellie to die!" he sobbed. I just snuggled him until he calmed down and then we talked about how fun it was having Ellie in our family and that she is going to be with us for a very long time. I reassured him that if we ever did have a fire at our house that we would do everything we could to make sure Ellie got out safely. Love my sweet sensitive boy.
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