I can’t tell you any stories from today’s 4.1, because I had a bad night last night, got up, gave up, went back to bed, and zonked out hard through the whole thing this morning. So here’s an old story to make up for it.
Our kids were a lot littler and we were at Back-to-School night. I got our third grader’s classroom, Richard took the first grader’s; the rooms were packed with parents sitting on tiny chairs.
The first grade teacher was explaining how the children had been taught right from the get-go what the earthquake safety rules were: duck and cover, ie, get under their desk and hold onto the legs so that the top of the desk would protect them from any flying debris.
In the God-has-a-sense-of-humor department, a 4-point-something hit *as she was saying that.*Â My sweetie dutifully raises his hand, and–
–okay, wait, picture this here. The man is 6’8″. He is big boned. He is big everything.
–and asks so very innocently, “Are we supposed to get under these desks now?”