The Red Cross had a practice session (ed note: disaster shelter exercise) and I had a job. My job was to be a baby staying at the shelter. A job that I possess unique qualifications for performing. I started out by having to register just like everyone else. I even got my own name tag.
Next was the all important question: Where was I going to sleep. I was going to get a cot in the gym along with a blanket, and space for daddy too. This was not too bad. I gave the arrangements a test run. Not too bad, even though there were many other people in the loud gym with me who were talking and carrying on. But I took my job seriously. I even woke up to eat (and I wanted mommy's milk, which someone was storing for me)
Daddy had another job while staying with me, which was listening to some people talk on the radio. I think he was doing a good job too. Maybe not as well as I was doing mine, but not everyone can do that :-)
