An earlier evening this week, my hott-hubby Dan emerged from his office with an announcement:  “Hey boys… Guess what?  There is a tropical storm forming in the Caribbean and you’ll be surprised to hear what the National Weather Service has named it!... ISAAC!” “Cool!  A storm named after ME!”  our eight year old son responded with glee!  “Blah-ha-ha!.... Yeah right!  Isaac is a storm!”  answered his older sister, Violet, in her usual 12 ½ year old sarcastic tone.  (I know she thought it was cool, too; but she was just bummed that her name starts with a “V” and the likelihood of having a storm named after her is less than slim.) Then, we heard a small little voice respond, “Oh?  A storm?”  It was Levi.  As the color drained from his face and his freckles began to turn green, Levi froze for a complete 30 seconds.  He didn’t say a word.  Until finally… “R.U.N.!  Come on!  We have to go to the basement!  NOW!”  The tears began to fall like the impending rain from Tropical Storm … [Read more...]