To add to this - a little conversation Mom and I had recently...
During lunch time:
Mom: Honey, a storm's coming.
Me: Is it a giant storm? (I don't like storms so Mom warns me in case I get scared.)
Mom: No, a small one.
Me: Like a baby storm.
Mom: Yes, like a baby storm.
Me: Does the storm's mama love it?
Mom: Yes, probably.
Me: Is it okay if I don't?
Me: Does the storm have eyes?
Mom: No, it's made of clouds.
Later during the storm:
Me: Is that an airplane?
Mom: No, that's thunder. It's kind of the storm talking to us.
Me: Like Chick Hicks' thunder? (referencing a favorite car in "Cars")
Mom: Kind of. The clouds are full of lightning and when it flashes it makes thunder. Me: That's like when you shock me with static?
Mom: Exactly. I think I fed you too much fish oil. Let's go read before you ask a question I don't have an answer for. Me: Mom, does the storm have choking hazards? Mom: No, I don't think so? Me: The hail aren't choking hazards? Mom: I suppose, maybe. Me: Then we shouldn't let Bebe Sister see the storm? Mom: Most definitely not.