In five minutes, I'm getting in Jim-Dad's van, and the rascals, their grandparents, and I are making the short trek north for a fun day at Silver Dollar City.
Except this is what the radar looks like.
And Keaton just so happens to be terrified of storms.
And Tate just so happens to be terrified of theme park rides.
And Sawyer just so happens to feel the need to disagree with whatever anyone else thinks is fun.
So...looks like a fabulous day.