At two a.m. we awoke to a sound like every metal trash can in the world and half the bowling balls being dropped from a height onto our cars. This was immediately followed by a call for Daddy. It wasn't me, it was one of the kids.
More thunder followed, and car alarms around the neighborhood started squealing. Then the hail started.
I wandered the hallways, making sure everyone was okay, and A ended up in bed with us. We haven't gone outside yet to see if we were struck by lightning, or if the vegetables survived their drubbing.
If the kids had been older and unkind, and I was a king, and I was outside with a fool I would have felt just like King Lear.