My son has a fascination with storms and tornadoes. He has decided that he wants to be a storm chaser. So today, he put on some storm chaser gear and headed out to the great outdoors.
A little while later, a delivery man arrived at our house. He spotted my son. "Are you going fishing?" he asked.
My son straightened out his fishing vest. "No, sir. I'm a storm chaser."
"Oh," said the delivery man. "Then why are you wearing a fishing vest?"
"It's holding my equipment."
"What kind of equipment?"
My son emptied his pockets. "Well, here are some bandaids in case I get hurt. A flashlight because it gets real dark in thunderstorms, and a compass so I can find my way back home in case a tornado picks me up and drops me somewhere else."
Now that's what I call prepared!