On Friday, Jory and I were in the bathroom getting him dressed for school.
"Jory, why didn't you put on a pull-up last night?" I asked, frustrated.
"Because, Mommy there was an earthquake and houses and cars were swept away," he answered.
I scanned my mind quickly. Did I feel any shakes last night? "Jory, there was no earthquake. You've got to remember to wear your pull-ups." Note to self, need to tell Oma to stop watching the Sci-Fi Channel with TTT.
Hours later, I was walking the Grove with my friend, Ann, and she told me how relatives and loved ones in the Midwest and East Coast were calling, texting her to make sure she was okay. And suddenly it clicked, Jory was talking about the earthquake. Whatever he and Oma were watching was interrupted by news of the earthquake.
Who knew my son was a news man.
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