Now, I'm pretty sure that my kids were born in a country where it rains. A lot. And I'm also fairly certain that they have repeatedly been soggy/wet/drenched (pick a word depending on the season). So you can imagine why I'm a little surprised at their reaction to the rain this year. It's like they've never seen the stuff before. Every heavy shower is 'A Flood' according to The Girl (hmmm, perhaps the story of Noah is having too much influence?) and each (and I do mean each) raindrop is greeted by The Boy's excited "Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, Mummy! It's raining!" (this must be said in a Very Important Tone of Voice, as if one is announcing that America will henceforth be getting rid of bonuses to all bankers who earn more than $100,000 per year).
Saturday saw the three of us getting soaked to the skin walking back from a friend's house jumping in puddles and The Girl laughing her head off. Very cute, but I think the novelty will quickly wear off when she's seen it every day for a few years. And I bet she won't be laughing as much when her brother pushes her into a freezing cold Scottish puddle.
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