Friday, August 22, 2008

The Bad Tornado

When I heard about the tornado this afternoon and heard the whistling outside, I was scared. I didn't want to go wash my hands after I picked my nose. Instead, Mommy told me I could use a baby wipe. I was bundled up in the middle of the living room. In the storm when the wind stops and the trees aren't moving and it gets darker, that means a tornado is very, very close.

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