A great big ole tornado, yep that's what it was with golf ball size to baseball size hail

WE had really bad tornadoes rip through our area. My son and I awoke about the same time, to hail bouncing off the walls of our little town house. We looked at the weather report and it said the tornado was heading straight to Fayetteville for us to take shelter, so we woke Mr. Zelda up and went downstairs. The hail had set off the car alarms, the tornado alarm was blasting, and the wind made this awful sound. We waited the tornado out, with all three of us promising to run for the middle room in the house should the wind get really bad. Okay, this is really funny because the room in the middle is the tiny stall like bathroom. I can see all three of us trying to squeeze into it, but we packed on it. Finally the tornado passed, lots of damage, but so far, we have been spared. My sweet son said that he prayed so hard that the tornado would not hurt anyone. I told him that was nice and I’m sure that if god was awake, he heard him and probably did something. My son, who is a devout Christian, says, mom, you better be careful, god hears all those awful things you say. I say, well if hears me then he must be proud to know that I can think and raise questions, and reason, and do all those things that I assume he would want his children to do. Right? My son says, but you are being sarcastic, I say, I know, and I will try and be better.