There's No Place Like Home

I would like to go on record now: I hate tornadoes. I grew up in Florida with the seasonal threat of hurricanes, but you almost always had fair warning for those storms. There were shelters, evacuation plans, the works. What do tornadoes get? Sirens, if you are lucky. I just emerged from the closet after almost an hour of taking cover with my aunt and two incredibly squirmy children. Wesley, of course, had a million questions and needed full detail of all possible tornado scenarios. For example, he wanted to know what a person would do if they were outside and far away from their home or their car. When I asked him how the person got there in the first place, he suggested by donkey, with great concern that a donkey could not run very fast. I wondered why he would think of donkey as a mode of transportation, and he said he was thinking about Jesus since today was "Great Friday."
I must say that this stint in the closet went considerably better than the last one, when all 3 of us had the flu. My glorious aunt kept Wesley occupied with a rousing game of Hangman (which, upon further consideration, is a difficult game to explain to a five-year-old..."why is it called hangman? what is that thing above his head?" Gallows, honey. Now guess a letter.). Catelynn kept herself busy trying on all the shoes in our closet. Although, I had to stop her when she started taking down clothes to put on. Also, there were snacks, which is always a big hit with my children!
In the end, I'm immensely thankful for the safety of my family and our home!