We had a thunderstorm for breakfast this morning. Rain roared down from a dark sky. I was glad I'd been able to get the hot cereal to boil before the power went out.
"My brain isn't scared, but my body's overreacting," my eleven-year-old said as I served him some cocoa.
"Really?" I leaned across the table. Poor kid has a writer for a mom. "Tell me about it. How does it feel?"
"Well, my heart is pounding insanely. And my fingers are shaking insanely."
Lightning. Thunder. The lights flickered.
"And my stomach feels cold."
"That's great!" I said. "Beautiful! Thank-you!"
I guess I should be more sympathetic.