This morning, when we started assembling at the table for our morning Bible time, Zak noticed Sammy (6) staring wistfully at the ceiling. The day was dawning, and the room was quiet, except for Zak tuning his guitar. Zak noticed Sammy's blank expression.
As Zak tuned, he wondered: was Sammy thinking about his new goldfish? Was Sammy glad he got to wear his overalls today? Or was he just sleepy and dazed?
Suddenly, the quiet was broken, and Zak's wondering ended, by Samuel's unusual question:
"Zak, what is an isolated thunderstorm?"