A Boy after my own heart

My baby boy was going to high school. It was his first day and I could hardly wait to find out how it went and when the after school phone call never came, I called our older son, a senior at the same school to find out what was up. Much to my horror, he told me that the school was under "lockdown". The phone calls between parents began and we tried to figure out what was going on inside the school. The kids had no information other than that they were not able to leave their classrooms. We found out that there were about 10 police cars surrounding the school, helicopters in the sky and the police were seen by students with their guns pulled moving around outside the classrooms. As it turns out, there was no danger and the students were able to leave the campus about 1-1/2 hours after school normally gets out. This hour and a half was very tense for me as I was at work and could only get information from my computer and other parents. I couldn't wait to get home to comfort my young son. I was worried about the trauma he might have suffered and approached the "lockdown" subject with caution. I asked him how he felt being kept in the classroom and if he was worried. He replied that he was worried. I was happy that he was able to open up and talk about the situation, so I probed and asked him what he was worried about. He replied that he was worried about when he would get to eat next! Yes, that's right, he was worried about his next meal. Yep, he's my son, a boy after my own heart!