One morning last week, I awoke to Jamie yelling in my face, "Annie's stuck! Could you please wake up and come help her?! Oh and it's going to RAIN!" at about a thousand and one decibels. I'm pretty sure Jamie has a megaphone in his throat. What? I leapt from the bed and ran with Jamie on my heels to the kitchen.
The kitchen revealed a stool pulled over and propped against the cabinets, Anna up on the counter top in nothing but her skivvies, examining the weather station that Adam's parents gave him for Christmas (pushing random buttons, picking it up and getting her snotty hands and face all over it, and the like). She looked up, shot me a joyful grin, and announced, "it's going to rain today, the weather station says!".
I let out my breath, relieved after being scared out of my wits, and walked over to examine the weather station too. It did indeed predict cloud cover, rain, and a drop in pressure for the day.
I looked out the window and observed a cloudless, blue sky without a drop of rain in it. Hmmmm. It was either the weather station was wacky, Adam didn't set it up right, or I'm crazy.
Or possibly all three?
It didn't rain that day. But it did the next. Perhaps the weather station is just really on it.
Perhaps I really should start waking up before the children?
1 comment:
James and Anna crack me up! I am sure the kids think it is wonderful that you sleep in past them.
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