Mr. Information

So there I sat, on the dinning room floor, folding clothes. In walked Jack.

"Hey mom." He said. "When hot air mixes with cold air, it forms a tornado. We don't want that to happen, do we mom?"

Twas not the mismatched socks I held in my hand that had me speechless, but the words of my 3 year old son.

May your weekend be tornado-free.