Back when my kids were in school I used to retrieve them when we were under a warning. At one point I had to get to 3 schools but I wanted them HOME.
Our schools are brick but so is my home. I pick the kids up early when tornadoes or even bad thunder storms are coming. So do a lot of other parents, we sign them out as weather.
The children go in the hallway and crouch down against the walls.
We use the closet, and the youngest has her softball helmet.
depending on the severity, we bring in pillows and such.
most folks don’t have bunkers.
Back in the summer of 2006, Mr. Mercat was riding his bike across Kansas with 1000 of his closest friends. Our granddaughter and I were his support vehicle. We had to come back a day early and were coming through Topeka when the sirens started. We had to drive back on K-10 east to Overland Park and as we got into the metro area we started hearing sirens again. We had the radio on and looking behind us we saw the wall cloud. There were things hanging down from it. Mr. Mercat pulled over to look. Our granddaughter and I were yelling at him to complete the 6 mile trip to our home. We got there, granddaughter and I headed for the basement and we put in The Wizard of Oz in the VCR. Since we had visited the little house on the prairie where Home on the Range was written and had been reading the book the Wizard of Oz as we drove across the state, we had a pretty good context.