Out of the mouths of babes

I picked up T from gymnastics this afternoon, and his gym happens to be on the edge of one of the worst hit parts of T-Town.

As we drove past the rubble on 15th Street, he looked out the window, pointing out everything "that got hit by the tornado."

After a moment, he exclaims, "CURSE YOU, TORNADO!"

There's another moment, and he says, "I hate Mother Nature."

"Yeah," I said, "Sometimes she's not very nice."