Its raining here today. It rained yesterday too. Because of the rain, we've had quite a few conversations with our Oldest about why the rain is good.
It usually starts like this:
Oldest: "I HATE THE RAIN!!!!!"
Me: "No! The rain is good!"
Oldest: "Oh yeah, rain is good because...it helps plants grow. Right?"
Me: "Yup, and it gives animals something to drink..."
Oldest: "Uh huh, and it cleans the windows on the house."
Me: "Whatever. Leave me alone."
Then there's the conversations we have with the Middle Child. Which are always extremely interesting.
Right now we have some guys outside digging up our sidewalk, I'm assuming its for the irrigation crap thats been going on for the last year or so, but who knows.
As we drive by the workers and the huge hole in our sidewalk:
Middle Child: "What are they digging up?"
Me: "I don't know."
Middle Child: "I think they're digging up an animal."
Me: "An animal huh?"
Middle Child: "Yeah, I think its a deer."
Me: "Wow. A deer."
Middle Child: "Noooo, not a deer. I think its a giraffe."
Me: "Hmmmm, maybe."
Middle Child: "Not a giraffe, its a bear."
Me: "What are we talking about again?"
And that is my life.