While wrapping up work this morning around 5am, there arose such a clatter that I sprung from my desk to see what was the matter. Opening my front door, I discovered fire engines lining our street and a smoky perfume filling the air. This wasn’t on the schedule. Firemen dashed up my neighbor’s driveway. But, no fire. Though we could all smell it, even the pros couldn’t discern its source. Away the trucks screamed in search of the blaze. Meanwhile, all the kids slept undisturbed. Now I know it’s true: they can literally sleep through a fire drill.