We're on tornado watch.

On bedtime fears, from both sides of the blanket.

“Alright, kiddo, get some sleep. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

It’s always right when I think I’m in the clear for the night that it strikes.

“Daddy, I just have one more question tonight.”

[deep sigh] “Yeah, kiddo?”

“Do tornadoes happen here?”

“N… not very often, no.”

“But so they do happen here?”

“Well, listen, I’d be lying to you if I said that they never …

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