My husband and daughter are in the kitchen making breakfast. 

She's sitting on the counter as the eggs cook, looking at Brett's Smart Phone.  She's watching the doppler radar, asking when the rain will reach us (cause that's normal for 3 yr olds)

She speaks up finally and tells him, "My name isn't going to be Ellen Noel anymore.  After watching this I'm going to be called Mother Nature."

Gotta Love her!