Drill

Yesterday was national Air Raid Drill day. I often forget to warn BSM about stuff (other than bedtime: I am very good at warning him that he needs to go to bed soon), but Husbinator cleverly started a conversation with him a few minutes before the evening siren went off. We were sitting outside, and BSM didn't want to come in (possibly because I had warned him about his impending trip to his crib), but in the three minutes before the siren went off, BSM learned that the siren says, "Wee-oo, wee-oo, wee-oo, go inside, go to the mamad (safe room)."

So when the siren actually went off, he got really excited that it was saying exactly what we just said the siren would say, and went inside without a fuss. Just for kicks, I asked him this morning what the siren says, and he smiled, "Wee-oo wee-oo mamad. Inside." It's really cute. It's really weird that we had to teach him that.