It's Raining, It's Pouring....

It Poured. It generally doesn't pour here. The kids were amazed ,hopping around like they had been fed giggle juice for lunch.It's Weening! And I realize, they don't know rain in the typical midwest rain for months scenario that I grew up with. They don't know the sudden onslaught of torrential downpour of Colorado. The kind that if you wait 5 minutes- it'll stop- If you try to go out in it- you will be soaked immediately. All they know is what Phil refers to as - The sprite mist. Like the old commercials when you'd open the Sprite can to a sprinkly pssst sound. It mists here. And hardly that on our side of the island. SO when it rains- I let them play in it. They require umbrellas and boots. At first they giggle. Then they complain. Bella informs me There's water there. and there. On my BOOTS! On my Table. On my Car. Yes dear, that is rain. No. Water! Ok. I'm not gonna win this one. They last a few minutes and then go inside to snuggle under blankets. After all- it was a chilly 82 degrees. That kind of cold will get to you. It was all I could do to keep from brewing them a big ol pot o hot chocolate. But I realized if I made them hot chocolate- from now until the end of time- every single day it rained I would have to make hot chocolate and seriously- we live in Hawaii.