While the girls and I were cuddling in bed during the thunderstorm I explained to them that my mom used to always tell me that thunderstorms were angels having a bowling tournament. (Scientific answers haven't really helped in the past and likely won't for a while.) When the storm sounded like it had mostly passed over:
Me: Okay, Aly, it's time to go back to your crib. I think the thunder is mostly gone away now.
Alyson: Me no like thunder.
Madelyn: I understand thunder, but Aly doesn't so she's more scared.
Me: Okay, why is there thunder?
Madelyn, very matter-of-factly: It's angels having a bowling tournament.
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