When I asked what my four-year-old kindergartener did at school yesterday, she coolly replied 'We had lockdown practice, mama.'. I could have cried. Maiya, in her still lispy vernacular, explained to me that they had to lie down on the floor while the teacher closed the curtains and locked the door. I am pretty sure she didn't understand what a lockdown procedure was actually for, but I suppose I am relieved that she knows what to do if ever it were necessary, blissfully unaware of the magnitude of it all.
I still believe the world is a good place.
I have to.