During Hurricane Sandy, Sasha and I were out of town and only knew the storm through news reports on the "Frankenstorm," so-named because it would hit on Halloween. But he's ready the next one.
From our conversation on the way home from our family trip to the library:
Sasha: I felt a drop of rain!
Mama: Oh yeah? I don't see any clouds.
Sasha: I felt it right here (reaching underneath his jacket and pointing to his rib).
Mamu: Hmm, let's check the forecast.
Sasha: I'll do it! Can I have your phone?
Mamu: Sure, here.
Sasha: [Checks forecast.] Look! Thunderstorms! Maybe it's going to be another Frankenstorm.
Mama: No, honey, I don't think there's going to be another one of those.
Sasha: Oh. [Brief pause] Oh, it's a Chickenstorm! For Thanksgiving!
He's so funny and cute! I love the rain drop on his rib under his clothes! He's so creative thinking of a new name for a storm that's near the Thanksgiving holiday. I told you he's going to be in color commentary on TV although i was thinking in sports but maybe weather too?? LOL
ReplyDeleteThis is great! Hope this isn't some fear of big storms, or does he wish he'd been around for it? I was scared of tornadoes as a kid--I was the first one in the basement even if nobody else ever came down to join me! Yeah, PTSD from seeing serious tornado damage up in Fargo, ND, where a great aunt lived. Oh, and a bad scare when we were at the "Pink" cabins in Merrimac. Chickenstorm sounds much more mild than a Frannkenstorm. You don't think he'll be a stand-up comic, Mon? And then morph into a Stephen Colbert!
ReplyDeleteOh, Sandy, he must be so fun to be with. It just makes me smile and smile and smile when I read your stories. Sasha sounds like a child who could cheer up the unhappiest person in the world.
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