Very sad, Bridget. Are you going to call your aunt?
DD came out last night before she fell asleep and with a little smile, told me she had a nightmare. I told her she wasn't having a nightmare because she wasn't asleep. She stroked the fleece on my arm for a minute, and said she was just thinking about salami. I half-laughed and said, "Well, I don't think that should scare you off sleeping. Now go back to bed." Later on, emailing back and forth to mom about the earthquakes, she asked me if she'd been possibly thinking about tsunamis. Of course! DUH! I felt like such an oblivimom. She hasn't ever been able to pronounce tsunamis well unless she really tries, and usually calls them salamis. She made the connection on her own about the earthquakes possibly resulting in tsunamis.
At dinner, we were talking about the earthquake (they felt the earlier one at school) and they asked if there could ever be a really big one that could topple buildings. This coincidentally happened on the day they did a fire drill and practiced going outside after hearing an alarm. I told them yes, and DD's face crumpled and she started crying. We live right over the Hayward Fault, which is predicted to have a big quake within the next 30 years (+/- a few hundred years?), although of course those aren't totally accurate. DS jumped right out of his chair and hugged her and told her that wasn't so, which I found totally endearing but inaccurate. I told them that I couldn't promise that bad things would never happen, but we try to be prepared for all possibilities. Like for an earthquake, we have boxes of food in the storage shed and extra water. We have earthquake insurance. We have flashlights and radios that operate on batteries. It might not be as comfortable as our normal life, but we would be able to eat and drink and survive. Dh added, "It could be like camping!" DD wailed, "But what about milk?" I told them about the special powdered milk. She was fine after that, until the tsunami/salami fear that I totally blew off. Oops.
I remember being happy as a child, or at least not unhappy - I just thought it would be good to make a wish to be happy because that would cover anything. It wouldn't matter if I wanted money, because if I wanted to buy something specific to make me happy but it didn't make me happy, then it was pointless to have the money. Better to just wish to be happy. Same with something about my appearance or a new dress or a friend or a pony, you know?
Have fun at your evening out tonight, Chrissy.
DH and I are both really tired, today. Baby DS cried a lot last night. I think he's getting sick.
DD just woke up and I apologized to her for misunderstanding about the tsunami fears. She didn't even care now. She's all full of her dreams about a friendly spider.