O: The sky is wet! The sky is wet! I need an umbrella and my boots and a flashlight. Hug me, P! The sky is wet!
Something magical happens when LA kids see rain. O & P have spent the entire afternoon splashing in puddles and dancing in the rain. I can't get them to come inside. I don't really want them to.
We have very little of what anyone could call weather here, so a couple of wet days instantly become an everyday special occasion. I like everyday special occasions. I'm really good at them.
Now, I'm going to go make some extra-special, super-chocolatey, rainy-day hot cocoa. Maybe then they'll come inside.