deadly tormatoes

We ran into some friends today, one of which is an impossibly adorable one-year-old who is in a passionate love affair with Anya.  Those two can't keep their hands off each other and beam smiles all over the place when together.  It's adorable.  The mom and I chatted for a few minutes, then parted ways, since a certain someone was tired, cranky and hungry (me).

"Mama," Anya asked, "when will we see Baby M again?"
"Not for a while.  Baby M and her mama are going to Kansas for six weeks."
"MOM!" Lily began, in earnest, "Do they have tomatoes in Kansas?"
"Um, yes.  I'm sure they do." I replied, totally puzzled about the question. 
"Oh, no!  Oh, my gosh.  Oh, Baby M!" her voice was full of worry.
"Lily, why would you be asking about tomatoes?"
"Tormatoes, Mama!  Dorothy!"
"OH, you're asking about tornadoes!" Now this makes sense!
"Um, yeah, tormatoes." She emphasized that last word for me, since I was clearly being so stupid.
"Oh, hon.  Yes, they do have tornadoes, but not all the time.  You don't need to worry about that." I reassured her.
"I don't?"
"Then what do I need to worry about?"