Cam3 home one afternoon to see that a small, isolated thunderstorm cell was, no shit, hovering *right* over my house, incredible thunder, lightning all over.
Parked my truck, ran inside, where my little girl was having a very bad time, scared out of her wits. I scooped her up, and gave her my biggest smile. “Isn’t this GREAT?” as I put on some B-52s. I love storms, and letting her feel how *not* scared I was turned everything around.
Later on, we watched “Stormy Weather” on TV. She loves thunderstorms to this day.