It’s not a happy feeling to drive by the local hoitsy-toitsy child-care place, Creme de la Creme, and see two ambulances outside with the lights on. Here’s hoping it’s something benign.

I’m not sure what causes such a feeling of additional empathy in a case like this. It’s not like I’ve never seen an ambulance with its lights on out in the world, and with a mom who worked as an RN I practically grew up in the local hospital waiting room. Somehow it seems worse when it’s children, though. Is that a biological reaction? Assumption of innocence? Simply the fact that they have – one hopes – longer lives in front of them and more time to potentially lose?

Good luck, little ones.