As someone who’s lived in the Midwest my entire life, I’ve come to expect the unexpected, at least when it comes to the weather. And so far we’ve been lucky when it comes to severe weather – aside from a few terrifying minutes trapped in our basement during a few tornado watches and one road trip where we literally drove next to a tornado, we’ve had it pretty good.
And, lucky us, no one in our family seems to be that scared of storms. We recently watched Marley and Me and I said a silent “thank you” that our dog does not freak at thunder. At least if one of our kids was freaking, we could reason/bribe them into calming down. That’s the downside of pets… they never evolve enough to pour their own cereal or screen my calls for telemarketers.
Last week we had a few days of stormy weather. We sat down for dinner one night and CRASH….thunder. Addi said, “Oh my goodness, what was that?” and looked a tad freaked out. Jay said, “It was just God bowling up in heaven.” I expected several follow up questions (What kind of bowling shoes does he wear? Is Grandma bowling too? Where is heaven?) but instead, that answered seemed to appease her and dinner (and the thunder) continued.
A little later, there was a particularly loud round of thunder and Addi said, “Wow! God sure is burping loud!”
Turns out, she doesn’t know what bowling is. But God burping? Totally reasonable.