Ari is in Knoxville, Tennessee at the robot camp championships. His aunt Roz emailed and said "where is Ari again? I know it starts with an M."
Tennessee is in the middle of tornados. I am going crazy. He could be home with no tornados. He finally texted me tonight. You ready?
Ari:"I'm in a tornado warning zone gonna legit come home in pieces."
Me: "I've been freaking out all day! Are you okay?"
Ari: "I'm in the ER."
Me: "Piss off. Are you okay? I'm worried."
Ari: "Seriously. I got a 2x4 in the femur part."
Me: "Get out your Blue Cross. Come home repaired."
What? I've been paying this crap every time they go away for years. Stop judging.
Me: " You guys are doing great."
It has occurred to me that if this is the last conversation I will have with my son as he stares into the eye of a tornado, it should be upbeat, loving and supportive.
Ari: "4th out of 54 at the moment."
Me: "I know! It's awesome!"
Ari: "Tornado is 30 minutes away from out hotel. If we hear a siren we have to head to a padded room."
Me: "Jeesuz. You keep your fricking phone on."
Ari: "I'm not tricking this time,"
Me: "I know! I'm going crazy! Get to a damn basement! Or a bathtub! Or at least an archway. But don't turn off your phone."
Those years spent watching disaster shows have not been without reason.
Ari: "I won't."
Me: "Are you guys somewhere safe? Are you watching weather reports? Put Mr. Arnold (teacher) on. I'm going crazy.
Ari: "We are fine for now holy sh*t chill out.
Me: "I'm your mother. It's my job to not chill out."
I finally asked Twitter people who lived in the area for an update. Thanks to @troublinturntwo via @mrs70runner for their kind help.