It has been very stormy here. Erin and I babysat for Thomas and Oliver last night, and I managed to catch this shot of lightning on the Hudson river. Sweet. Thomas does NOT like thunderstorms (Oliver, at 4 1/2 months old, didn't seem to notice), and if he could have screamed harder he would've. What exactly do you say to a three year old when they are merely reacting to the thunder and lightning the way that millions of years of evolution have trained them to? How about "Just be glad you aren't on that barge"?