Carried away

On the way to work/preschool this morning, the daughter and I were listening to NPR.  In a half conscious daze reeling through the day’s task list, I tuned out the tuned station.  The daughter said “that would not be fun.”

I asked her what she was talking about. She said, “getting killed in a tornado.”

“Um, yeah, we should listen to some music,” I told her.