Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

So Drama Queen has been reading "The Three Little Pigs" to Pee Pot lately. And Pee Pot loves the story. We'll be driving down the road and she'll randomly shout out "Who is watching? The BIG BAD Wolf is watching mommy!" And she's so excited about it - not scared at all - just super stoked about the wolf that likes to eat little pigs. She loves to talk in her "Big Bad Wolf" voice - all deep and throaty and serious. She loves to tell me about how he'll "huff and puff and BLOWWWWWWWW the house down". In short - she thinks its awesome.

Fast Forward to this past Saturday - the girls and I are down in the basement waiting out the numerous storms to rock our area. We have on our shoes (in case of debris), are huddled under a blanket, eating granola bars and reading a story from the Magic Tree House collection. For the circumstances - we are doing good. And all of a sudden Pee Pot says to me "Mommy - I have to wear my shoes so the wolf won't eat my toes" - and I'm thrown for a total loop. Why would she all of a sudden be worried about the wolf? Why now? Why would it eat her toes? Huh?

I flounder in my response - "oh no honey - there is no wolf and it wouldn't eat your toes anyway."

"Because it just likes to eat little pigs?"

"Umm - sure. And we aren't little pigs. We are little girls."

"Then why is the wolf here mommy?"

"AHHH! What wolf?"

"The Wolf is a Tornado that is going to huff and puff and blow our house down."

And everything becomes so clear.