A 911 call was made to Springfield, MO (where I live) police to report that a shooter was at a local high school and six people had been shot.

Now, it appears to be a hoax.

I cannot express my anger at someone who would do this. He/she will most likely not be identified, but causing so much stress and worry for parents and students is absolutely unforgivable.

There was an amusing tidbit, though. I picked Henry, my nine year old grandson, up early from school because his mama wanted him home--I totally understood this. I did not tell Henry the reason for the early pick up, though, because I did not want him to freak out in the car. I assured him that his family and friends were all just fine.

He asked, "Is it a disease?"

I assured him it was not. Then, he asked, quite serious and somber, "Is it the end of the world?"

Not quite yet, my beloved grandson.

My generation huddled under desks in atomic bomb drills. My grandson worries about the real end of the world--not so amusing, after all.