It’s pouring rain here today.

We just got back from puddle jumping. I taught the kids every rain song I know, which totals…three.

1. It’s raining; it’s pouring; the old man is snoring. He fell out of bed & bumped his head & couldn’t get up in the morning.

2. Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day.

and 3.

(…from which I knew a line and a half, so we came home and searched for them all on GooTube.)

We studied all of the worms that have emerged from the soil, and saw what we think was a centipede too. Primo and I had a philosophical discussion about why we couldn’t step on him and we decided that only God should decide when someone dies – not a Diego rain boot.

I love Sundays.