It was a hot summer evening, and the tornado sirens had gone off. I shouted for all of us to get down to the basement fast, a tornado might be coming. We all huddled together in the basement, and after some silence, Gabriel asked, “Is he here yet?”

“Who?” we wondered.

“The Giant Tomato.”

Gabriel, 4

See the sky-ball mommy?

Lauren, 2

If I plant this eggplant will it grow eggs for us?

Spencer, 4

Mom, it is so wrong that we wipe our bottoms with trees. Trees and bottoms do not go together.

Beka, 5

(after leaving a restroom)

Oh well, I guess that’s why they call it the “SUN” of God.

Justin, 4

(in the back seat hiding his eyes from the bright sun shining through the car window)

Why does this poem say that the moon glows when everyone knows the moon reflects the sun’s light?

Aaron, 8