This morning, about 10 minutes before school started, we heard all kinds of fire trucks. Never a good feeling when you know students should be arriving and hear that many sirens. A few of my kids (first graders) came in telling me there were fire trucks at a house near their bus stop, but I didn't want to talk too much about it since we didn't know what was going on.
At lunch another first grade teacher was told by our principal that the fire trucks were actually for one of her student's brothers. He was 2 years old and a dresser fell on him this morning, and he was crushed and died. I don't know the family, they are new to our school, but I got SO upset when I found out. I only assume he was climbing and it tipped.
SO, so tragic and random...hugging DS a little tighter tonight and figuring out what else we might need to strap to the wall. A sad reminder of how quickly things can happen.