On the first day of Rodeo break two weeks ago, I texted my best friend at 10 am.
My phone rang with her ringtone.
Wally: Why aren’t you at school?
Me: Rodeo Break!
Wally: Your town is so weird.
We talked for 45 minutes as she commuted to school. Tornado A insisted on talking to her, but then she had to go. As we were saying goodbye, Tornado S entered the room.
Tornado S: Are we going to see Wally?
Me: Um, no.
Tornado E entered the room.
Tornado E: We’re going to see Wally?!
Me: No. She lives in California.
Tornado A: Is Wally coming to see us?!
Me: No, she’s going to class. Can you here this?
Wally: (laughing) Yeah, but I got to get to class. Tell the boys I love them. I love you.
Me: I love you too. Good luck. Study hard. Bye.
Wally: Thanks. Good luck. Bye.
Tornado E: When can we see Wally?
Me: Probably this summer.
Tornado S: Why can’t we see her today?
Me: Because she lives 8 hours away, and she has work and school.
Tornado A: So she can come here!
Me: Not possible.
So I have realized we can vacation nowhere but Southern California, so we can visit Wally. Today I told the younger tornadoes about my thought.
Tornado A: Wally is mommish.
Tornado S: Because she’s family!
Tornado A: She’s not family! She’s not related to us!
Tornado S: She’s kin!
Me: I call her my sister.
Tornado A: She doesn’t share our blood.
Me: She shares our heart, and that is more than enough.
Tornado S: YEA!
Tornado: Ok. That’s good enough.