Okay, so we had a tornado rip one right past us yesterday afternoon. The boys and I were in the living room, with the TV on but muted and the window open so we could hear the sound of the train that a tornado makes.
Chase got up and put on his jacket. I asked him why he was wearing his jacket and he told me because, if he had to go outside, he didn't want to get hit by any hail. I thought this was sound judgment.
Jack then asked me if he should go upstairs to his bedroom to "get a few things." "Like what?" I asked. Just some clothes and stuff that was important to him.
I thought things were getting a little too serious, so I said, "Jack, if a tornado comes close enough to us to rip the top floor off of our house, taking the contents of your bedroom with it, I think we can all kiss our asses goodbye."
That really lightened things up, and no one was hurt, thank God.
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