Stuck in an airport

It looks like my air travel luck has held up. A tornado hit Atlanta with more storms and warnings as we were supposed to fly out. A very dark cloud was coming in fast as we were taxiing, with a tornado warning so we had to wait on the runway for an hour for things to blow over. At one point the rain changed to hail stones (it sounded like gravel dropping all over a tin roof) and the plane shook in the wind as we waited, but we didn't get sucked up in a twister. We finally got off the ground and the kids loved it and were extremely excited. When we landed in Chicago we had missed our connecting flight and I had to spend hours getting us on another flight (more details later ...). We got the middle row to ourselves in the cross Atlantic flight and the kids enjoyed watching movies the whole way on the little back-of-the-seat screens. In the morning I woke up and T was there with his headset on wide awake. He said it was the first time in his life that he had stayed up all night. (M and V were fast asleep.) He was awake when we landed but by the time we taxied to the gate he was completely out. It took 10 minutes to wake him enough to walk and follow me (I carried his bags.) We missed our connecting flight to Hamburg this morning so the kids are both asleep on benches here in Heathrow and we are planning how to get something to eat without any British pounds (I wish they had switched to euros already). We should arrive in Hamburg at 8:30-9 pm tonight, but you know how that goes ...