Logan says:

"A tornado was going to get me. But when a tornado comes, you go in the house and down to the basement...Do tornadoes have teeth?"

So I was feeding Auden a little after five today. Eric had taken Logan out to play with the neighbors. The ice cream man drove down our block and the children started to make their way to it. Suddenly, a look of shock came over all of their faces and elbows and feet flew in the air. "What the...?" I thought. Eric came in the house, eyes wide, with Logan. "There's a tornado! Get in the basement!" So I toted the boys downstairs...Where was Eric? We waited a bit more. Logan and I had a conversation about tornadoes and teeth, or tornadoes having teeth...or not. Eric finally came in. He had been snapping photos, apparently along with the other neighbors. It was a funnel cloud, a spiraling vortex of terror that didn't touch down. Phew. Gotta love living in the midwest.