Yeah, that too.
We had some thunderstorms briefly roll through the area earlier today. I could tell the boys were a little scared (the thunder was really loud), so I resorted to the Thunder Story that my mother used to tell us when WE were little.
"Don't worry, guys," I said. "Thunder just means that God is bowling and he got a strike."
Noah looked at me like I was an idiot.
"No, Supernanny," this FOUR YEAR OLD explained to me. "Thunder is when hot air and cold air--" and he brought his hands together in a loud clap--"meet."