Weather here in Illinois is capable of crazy extremes. Last night a big storm rolled in, producing tornado warnings for our area. Now we have lived here for our whole lives. And we aren't highly excitable people. (I have watched my husband and son outside working during storms where any sane person would have taken cover. You know the storms where lightening is touching the ground and things that were intended to remain stationary, fly away). So we don't head for the basement. In fact, we've only went to the basement for a storm one time in 10 years. But last night was different.
The tornado warning was for here. Not 4 or 5 miles away. The kids were sound asleep, exhausted after a full day of play and Easter candy. The husband decided to wake the kids and send them to the basement. First he woke The Bug and Leeny. They grabbed their blankets and went downstairs - no panic, just nice and easy. Then he went to wake Bubby while I grabbed the baby. Bubby sat up, looked through him, yawned and laid back down. It took 2 or 3 times of almost hollering at him to get him up. He wasn't worried...we have storms all the time he said.
Apparently we need to work on tornado and fire drills.