It’s Raining…It’s Pouring

You know the song, “It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head and couldn’t get up in the morning.” Gress always asks, “Mom, why can’t that guy get up in the morning? Did he die.” And I ALWAYS think to myself..I don’t know, did he? But I always say, “no, he just hurt his head and can’t get up.” Silly nursery rhyme. All that to say, it has been POURING here for the last 24 hours. Gress LOVES to play in the rain. So that is what we did today. He got on his boots, his jacket and while Mcree and I played in the garage, Gress jumped in every puddle he could find. Needless to say, every square inch of him was wet by the time we went inside. It was fun watching him have fun.

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