Relatively unconcerned, I gathered the kids and headed to the basement to hang out until the warnings were over. Because, better safe than sorry, of course. And if we were forced to stay in the basement, I could make a good case for them having to clean up their very own toy tornado.
Lexi picked up on the warning when she saw it flash across the television screen and worriedly asked if a tornado was going to whisk our house away. Because I value sleep, I told her that of course that wouldn't happen and the kids went about their business downstairs while I periodically checked on the warnings.
When the warnings expired, we came back upstairs and Caly said, "I'm glad that the volcano warning is over!"
And Lexi said, "Yeah, volcano warnings don't mean that a volcano WILL get us, but it might!"
I grinned and said, "Girls, not volcano... TORNADO."
Lex nodded and muttered, "Tornado. Right." Caly blinked at me. And said, "We had a volcano warning, too!"
I'm really glad that's not the case. Lava damage is not covered in our homeowner's insurance.
One of the other reasons that we are trying to straighten up the basement is that we're having a new roommate move in for awhile in a week or so. I mentioned that Dennis, the new roomie to be, was going to stop by to drop some stuff off and my social little people couldn't stop asking when he was going to arrive.
I broke a cosmic rule of parenting by telling them that he was coming since Dennis wasn't going to arrive until the following evening.
Caly must have asked me 793 times, "When is the DENTIST COMING!?"
Attempts to correct her into saying, "Dennis" were unsuccessful. "Mama, is the dentist here? When is the dentist coming?"
I'm very glad she's not correct. Dentists who make house calls are totally not on my list of modern conveniences I want to have in life.
Oh, kids.
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We have more of those warnings than I would care for, especially on the top floor of our apartment building!!
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