Honestly, I need an icon that says, "Going to Hell. Back soon."

Poor Carrie. She just experienced her first tornado warning at school without me right there to provide reassurance. Instead, I had to give her my special brand of comfort via text.

Carrie: The siren is going off.
Me: That means there's a tornado warning. Enjoy!

Carrie: Should we take shelter?
Me: You can if you want to.

They ended up making everyone take cover in the hallways. Carrie, not having logged HOURS of her life sitting in school hallways during tornado warnings, was pretty scared.

Carrie: I'm going to throw up.
Me: Your classmates would not appreciate that.
Carrie: I know but I can't help it. It touched down in Mt. Zion and is heading right for us. OMG can you check my windows?

Her windows in her room were fine and so was she. Carrie survived. She's on her way home now. She's going to tell me all about it. And I'm going to be the good friend and listen to her.

Then I'm going to remind her that I drove through a tornado once and she's going to hate me.

I'm a bad person like that.