So we have sirens again. One of the world's most chilling sounds that means they are trying to kill you again. Really, you, you are in someone's sights. Unreal and all too real all at the same time.
New experience for me: when the siren goes and you have a toilet training kid on the loo, and another little kid who has just gone to the loo and is standing around trying to put himself back together but is having trouble with his trousers. So one kid dashes to the Mamad bare tushed, the other one ran with one hand holding trousers around his ankles.
The 7 year-old grabbed his 77 year-old great-uncle's hands to pull him awake because he was napping in the chair "Uncle, this is a real siren, you have to run to the Mamad, I'm going to help you". Uncle of course told him to take care of himself, but the 7 year-old called from the Mamad, "Uncle, be quick, we have to close the door" Barukh Hashem, everyone was in the Mamad within a minute.
Kids knew the drill, modesty was quickly restored to the toilet trainers, everyone sat there in good spirits watching the IDF Home Command explanatory video for kids, cheered "Yay Tilli!" when they heard the dull Iron Dome interception boom from afar and then proceeded to watch a cute Israeli kids' programme about making chocolate.
We're all doing great, thanks for all the messages of support and concern.
Another milestone: twins' first real air raid siren.
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