The Bombs Bursting In Air

It's no big secret that I live and work on the corner. And that corner is on a military installation. (No really, I've not lived on a house, or apartment for that matter, that isn't on the corner.) On said military installation (and everyone I've ever been on) at 1700, 5 pm for you civilians, the Star Spangled Banner is played. And everyone not indoors stops and faces the command post, where the flag is displayed. My children have grown up spending every nice day possible outside at the playground from about 330-5. (Daycare outdoor time) And each time that the National Anthem is played they are instructed to stop what they are doing and be still for the duration of the song. It's really cute and awe inspiring to see a park full of preschoolers and toddlers stopping and placing their hands on their hearts. Today we didn't stay at the park until 5. I got off work early (meaning daycare kids were gone before 5) so we came home to say goodbye to Daddy before he left for work. While we were waiting on Paulo so we could go grab some Subway for dinner, *z* heard the drum roll that starts off the Anthem. She dropped what she was playing with, stood up, and proclaimed: "Put your hand on your heart! It's the Sparkly Banner!!"