Now that’s what I call a storm. We had our first tornado watch of the season, but things didn’t kick into gear until after the little man’s bed time. In the morning we’d seen a pathetic display…two measly little lightning strikes, followed by a mild grumbling of thunder and a minute or so of rain. The rest of the day was clear and hot like summer, and, despite the gusty winds, much of it was spent outdoors. We even picked up a tidge of sunburn at the park. Around dinnertime the skies started condensing, all thick and murky…followed by screaming tornado sirens. The little man slept through it all…and I fell asleep in my comfy chair, reading and listening to the storm.