This morning Guy is in the shower downstairs and Rx is in bed with me. We're trying to get up. She looks out the window and says, "Mommy, Clem's (our cat) outside!" Then SLAM and SCRAPE!!! We're in an earthquake. I register how loud it is, and hard, and immediately start moving across the bed, which is tempurpedic and really hard to move on, and Rx is saying, "What is that? What is that?!" She's getting progressively louder and more scared. And I'm not answering her because I'm focused on moving to the doorway and I'm sort of pulling her along with me, or she's moving with me, not sure. Before I can get to the opposite corner of the bed, Guy is there and he says, "It's ok, it's ok!" and I keep moving and bringing her with me and by the time I'm standing in the doorway with my arms covering her entire body, it's over. Guy is in the middle of the room saying, "It's ok! It's just an earthquake! It's ok!"
Then we hear the rumbling noise of the garbage truck outside. Moving along like nothing's happened.
Rx says, "I hope space is ok."
A few days later I asked Rx what she thought was happening when the earthquake happened. She said she thought the moon moved because the stars needed room to grow.
A few days later I asked Rx what she thought was happening when the earthquake happened. She said she thought the moon moved because the stars needed room to grow.
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