We are under a thunderstorm warning with the possibility of large hail.
As Himself is a meteorologist, by training if not by trade, storms at our house are at the very least a cause for great interest, never fear of thunder.
The Big Kids are eagerly awaiting the hail. Middle Sister treats the weather forecast as a promise rather than a prediction and does not understand why I keep telling her that there is no guarantee of hail.
Big Brother is more pragmatic. He just went rummaging through Little Brother's toybox and triumphantly produced an Authentic Hard Hat (adult size) to wear as he romps among the hailstones. Once he locates a ruler, his equipment search will be over.
I am thankful that we don't live in Tornado Alley, or the entire summer would be spent reliving scenes from The Wizard of Oz. "Dorothy!.....Dorothy!" "Auntie Em! Auntie Em!"