Now that the children have acclimated to the "class" atmosphere, Charlie's been taking the kids to their dance class, by himself, the past couple of weeks. He'll usually bring along a picnic so that after the class, they can play at the park - have lunch - and come home just in time for their nap.
The dance class starts promptly at 10:30 AM and ends precisely at 11:00 AM.
Yesterday, Charlie called me at 10:55 AM to let me know that everything was going great.
William pulled the fire alarm, causing an evacuation of the entire recreation center and gymnasium. All told, there were over 200 children and at least 50 adults, that had to drop what they were doing and flee.
At the risk of sounding selfish - I'm so tremendously glad that I missed the spectacle. I'm sure that this one event would have sent me straight in to labor.
Charlie evacuated the building with our three children, while apologizing profusely to the teacher and class, and did his absolute best to blend with the crowd.
It's not like we stand out.