Heard from my basement full of rowdy boys:
"Oh man, I'm gonna need a helmet!"
Not really something a mother wants to hear.
And tonight, while eating dinner:
Mason: There was this huuuuuuuuuuge lightning crash today!
Adam: And then Mason pooped in his pants.
It's true. He came running up the stairs for a hug after the loud thunder, then asked if I would check to see if he pooped in his underwear. I guess you could say today's thunderstorms scared the crap out of him.