We had an interesting occurrence yesterday. Around noon, someone robbed the bank here in our little town. The elementary school was on "lock-down" until the normal release time, 4pm. Chris was on duty at the time it happened, so since he was involved the the search for the suspect (who is still on the loose, incidentally), he called me and let me know what was going on. What I found interesting was how each of the two boys reacted to the situation. When I picked them up from school, Noah, the
9 year old, couldn't stop talking about what happened, saying with such excitement in his voice: "Mom, the school was on lock-down because a man robbed the bank! We need to go home and watch the news; I need to know what's going on right here in our own community!!" Later, after watching the news snippet where they showed video footage from the bank of the robber, he said: "Good. Now I know that if I see a male Hispanic wearing a blue shirt and hat, I need to dial 911."

Sammy, on the other hand, was totally quiet as he got in the car after school. Not a word out of him. As we were on the front porch going into the house, I put my arm around him and asked him if he was alright. He instantly had tears well up and drip down his cheeks. I asked if he was scared at school today, and he said, meekly, "Yes." Poor little guy!