Nobody likes tornadoes

Most children mix up the words for potato and tomato. Rachel, on the other hand, confuses tomatoes and tornadoes to funny results.

Rachel often helps me in the kitchen. So she was standing right in front of the stove when I added chopped tomatoes to the pan. In horror and despair she cried, "Mom! I hate tornadoes! You know I hate tornadoes! Why did you put them in the dinner?!" Then she stormed out to the backyard. Honestly, I don't like tornadoes but love tomatoes.

Tornado. Not a tomato.

Eh, tornado or tomahto, it's all the same, right?

A child's prayer . . . cracks me up

Me: "Thank you for your family,"
Rachel: "Thank you for rainbows,"
Me: "and thank you that Daddy has a job,"
Rachel: "and thank you for butterflies and flowers,"
Me: "Please help you sleep well. Amen."
Rachel: "and thank you for unicorns. Amen."

All the children, when learning how to pray, have gone through the phase when they only say, "Dear Heavenly Father, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen." Not quite, kiddo - you still need something in the middle. Makayla took it one step further tonight.

Me: "Okay, fold your arms."
Makayla: "Fold your arms, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen."