Herding cats

I would imagine that herding cats wouldn't be easy. Yowling, biting, hissing, screaming, belligerence, indifference, blood, and other miscellaneous bodily fluids. 

Which is EXACLTLY how I imagined the Ladybug fire drill today. 

Miss A told me at pickup that, along with the plethora of other activities, crafts, and jolly good times had by all, there was a facility-wide fire drill today. I couldn't help myself, and I laughed. Surely, the Ladybugs hadn't participated. I mean, really, it would be impossible to wrangle 5 less-than-two-year-olds and maneuver them outside in an orderly fashion. She had to be joking. I snorted in derision.

And then I was cheerily informed that, really, it went perfectly. She grabbed two, the other teacher grabbed two, and the most trustworthy toddler grabbed hold of Miss A's pant leg. Out they marched, without tears, biting, scratching, or the expulsion of boldly fluids. 

I stared at this mythical creature, this toddler whisperer. 

Ladybug Teachers 2, Mom 0.