Overheard my 16-year-old giving a briefing to his 12-year-old sister before the bus arrived this morning: “If you hear loud pops, you do not sit in a corner under a coat rack like they tell you. You kick the screen out of room 104, sprint across the field, jump the creek, and wait for me behind the car wash. Do not text me. Just run.” She didn’t even flinch. She just nodded, took a Sharpie, wrote “104” on the inside of her wrist, and grabbed her lunchbox. No tears. No panic. Just two siblings coordinating an evacuation plan before 7:30 in the morning. Parents: What are you actually telling your kids to do? Because our kids have clearly decided the official drills are useless.