Me: “What’s wrong kiddo? Why aren’t you in bed?”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I HATE lightning storms!” (shakes fist)

(lightning crashes)

LMT: (eyes wide) “That lightning happened right when I punched. Did I make it happen?”

Me: “I don’t think that was you.”

LMT: (furiously shaking fist)

(no lightning)

LMT: “OK, I checked. I guess I’m not Mother Nature.”