“Here, baby, I’m in here,” I had fallen asleep on the couch. “What’s the matter, Jack? What’s wrong?”
I sit up and hold out my arms. He crawls up and curls his body into them, rubbing his eyes. “MOMma……MOMma……”
“Tell momma what happened, honey…..sshhhh, it’s okay.” I am rocking him back and forth.
“um, um, um, the wind was, um, um, (gasp) um, um, blowing, and, and, and, and, it blowed me. It, it, it, it, (gasp) it, um, blowed me. The tor-NA-do.”
It is 4 AM. He doesn’t go back to sleep til 6.
Thanks a fucking lot, Dorothy.
the wizard of oz