When we were in College, or High School – can’t quite remember that far BACK – we played this game called Chinese Fire Drills. When someone yelled “Chinese Fire Drill!” we all jumped out of the car (when it had stopped) ran around it, and climbed back in. This usually happened at a stop light. Illegal? Not as illegal as drugs or vandalism. :)
So, in our grey weather, and in the fall, and with school, and a Mom who works on her butt all day long, we get a little lethargic around here. Everyone except for Megan. I wish she would get a little lethargic!
Anywho.
I taught the kids the “Chinese Fire Drill”. I encourage them to jump out of the car, when we are rolling slowly, and …
I KID. We play Chinese Fire Drill at the house. We all put whatever shoes we can find on, and race around the playground and back inside. It is maximum 2 minutes of effort. But it really breaks the dull-drums. 
As I ran out the door a couple days ago, screaming with immature great enthusiasm “Chinese Fire Drill!!!” it occurred to me that we live in an entirely (okay. 98%) Asian community.
Yup.
Just call me CLASSY.
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When we were in College, or High School – can’t quite remember that far BACK – we played this game called Chinese Fire Drills. When someone yelled “Chinese Fire Drill!” we all jumped out of the car (when it had stopped) ran around it, and climbed back in. This usually happened at a stop light. Illegal? Not as illegal as drugs or vandalism. :)
So, in our grey weather, and in the fall, and with school, and a Mom who works on her butt all day long, we get a little lethargic around here. Everyone except for Megan. I wish she would get a little lethargic!
Anywho.
I taught the kids the “Chinese Fire Drill”. I encourage them to jump out of the car, when we are rolling slowly, and …
I KID. We play Chinese Fire Drill at the house. We all put whatever shoes we can find on, and race around the playground and back inside. It is maximum 2 minutes of effort. But it really breaks the dull-drums.
As I ran out the door a couple days ago, screaming with immature great enthusiasm “Chinese Fire Drill!!!” it occurred to me that we live in an entirely (okay. 98%) Asian community.
Yup.
Just call me CLASSY.