Adrianna told me today:
There was a tomato at Teddy’s house today, but not the kind you eat. It was the kind where you go in your basement. It boomed onto his house and swirled up Teddy’s house. And then my bunny came to his house and flapped his arms and ate the tomato. They are dangerous. I don’t like tomatoes anymore.
It sounds like a combination of a tomato and a tornado. Did she somehow combine those words/concepts in her little brain? Good thing the bunny was there to eat the tormado.