We were warned of tornadoes, severe thunderstorms, and hail on Monday evening. The weather had just passed through Atlanta and was headed east our way.
At the dinner table, Chris prepared the children (not in a scary way) of a possible tornado and reminded them of our safest room where we would hide, if need be: the downstairs bathroom.
Mary (6) decided that prudence dictated she excuse herself from the dinner table momentarily to retrieve the absolute essentials, which she placed in the bathroom: the books she's currently reading (she could be in there a long time) and her beloved Monkey.
Better safe than sorry.