Wednesday, June 10, 2009

It's the end of the world, as we know it (and I feel fine)

We had about an hour tonight where we were under a tornado warning. Heavy rains, hail, fierce winds, branches blowing down, city sirens going off.

Little Man was beside himself with anticipation of the apocalypse. He sprinted through the house gathering "our prized possessions" and set up a make-shift storm shelter for us in the laundry room (because it's in the center of the house). He holed up in there all night and watched Laurel and Hardy flicks on his DVD player.

He finally came out at bedtime when the storm had passed and said, "I think I took it a little hard". Better safe, than sorry - I always say. So, he went to bed and I spent a good half hour returning all of our "prized possessions" to their rightful place around the house.

Crisis averted.