Ripped from our beds while it was still dark by screaming fire alarms throughout the building.
I grabbed our room key and my phone (but not our car keys) and went out of our room to find our kids covering their ears and still in their beds.
I stayed calm and said, "Alright kids, let's go."
J grabbed her flip-flops and headed towards the door, O wondered what was going on, H and Z doubted the validity of the alarm and asked why we had to go outside.
In response, I asked them, "Where's Daddy?"
Some organization we have! No one had any natural sense of danger while fire alarms are blaring all around us.
J was obedient to my instructions, but the three boys took the "Question everything," to mean, "Question Mama about everything." And C had gone to the front desk to find out what was going on.
We used to practice fire drills when kids were little, but it's probably time to reinstitute some kind of plan in these situations.
We walked outside and waited by our Sequoia, C joined us soon after, with news that it was a prank.
The air was already warm. We could not hear the alarms outside, so it was quiet and dark. Better to be there than in the room with alarms blaring. So we waited until they were shut down.
On the bright side, we were up early for the drive home.
Car loaded. Breakfast had. On the road. I'm driving. (I typed this note before I was actually driving.)