The Linda Family

Yes, Ashleigh has struck again.  I had cleaned up the living room and dining room today, and by the time Wes got home, it looked like a tornado hit.  After Ashleigh came down from her nap, Wes followed. 

W: Hi there tornado!
A: I am not a tormado! Bob is a tormado!
K: Bob?
W: Veggietales?
A: Bob is a tormado.  Larry is a cucumber!

Wes and I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically.  We have been trying to convince Ashleigh that a tornado is not a tomato.  And while bob <b>is</b> a tomato, he is <b>not</b> a tornado…. 

What a kid!  She spent the evening picking up the magnets she spilled all over the kitchen floor, along with the milk bones.  Ah yes, my little tornado!  Or should I say <i>tormado!</i>