We haven't been getting as much rocket-related excitement as our friends from elsewhere in the country, but a couple of rockets have hit uncomfortably close to where we live.
So today I waited until the kids changed out of their "bathtub rainstorm" clothes and cleaned some of the buckets of water off of the floor, then sat them down for a rocket safety talk. I talked about how we might hear a siren, and where we should go if we're outside (into a building) or in our house (into mommy and daddy's room). But don't worry too much, because there probably won't be rockets here, it's just important to know how to be safe.
A couple of minutes later I came across Adi leading the girls and a couple of their friends in saying tehillim (psalms). Adi was quick to tell me that they were definitely NOT scared, but were only praying for other people who might have rockets fired at them.
A few minutes after that, D didn't want to put on her shoes. D never wants to put on her shoes, so I didn't think much of it. But then she curled up in Viggy's bed looking sad. I asked her what was wrong.
"Mommy, I don't want to go outside until after the rocket falls down," she explained.
Then to make her feel better I told her that the people firing the rockets are stupid and have terrible aim, and that some of their rockets even fall down and hit them by accident. That cheered all the kids up a little too much. Adi and her friend spent the next few minutes entertaining the younger kids by playing the part of "terrorist who blows self up."
Ahh, childhood.
Then we all went out to the park (a safe enough place, considering that 1. we're far enough from Gaza that we get over a full minute warning in case of attack, 2. our park is small enough that nowhere is more than 50 seconds or so from shelter - even at a child's pace).
On the way back, D was thinking more about rocket safety. "If we were in M's house, the best place to be would be under the table," she said.
"Why is that?"
"Because you are not allowed to move the chairs."
Uch...who needs all that excitement? I can't believe rockets came close to where you folks live...from Gaza?? What a world, huh? Stay safe and happy! Hugs, Aunt Foo.
ReplyDelete