So last night we were talking about Cole's extreme fear of tornados. Whenever the wind rustles the leaves in trees, he runs inside -- afraid a twister is coming. He is constantly watching the clouds to see if they look the least little bit grey (in MI, that's most of the time). For him, grey clouds = tornado. He is SO afraid of tornados, despite understanding what warnings and watches are. All that Joplin stuff freaked him out. So he told me, "Mom, I think I need to talk to my psychaitrist about tornados."
Well, okay then. Who's the mom here anyway? He is precocious and smart beyond his years. If you could just hear him come up with this stuff in his tiny, squeaky voice. It's hard not to smile (even though I know he's deadly serious)!
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