I hadn't even made the bed

Anna raced me up the stairs this afternoon to see what the ol' weather radio was alarming about.  Another Winter Storm Warning, another choppy male voice reading a script about the impending inclement weather.  McKenna piped up (yeah, I didn't know she was laying on my bed either), "Is that Daddy?" (She must think he's famous and on all forms of mass media now that he made the 5:30 news.)  Anna responds, "No, I think it's George Bush."