It's raining, it's pouring,The old man is soaring,
He crashed his plane,
Then went to Spain,
And couldn't get up in the morning!
This is what the boys sing every time it rains. I think it's kind of clever...I like to think of it as clever and not tragic.
Today Kate came to me and said, "Mom, I made my hair by myself!" Of course I told her how great she looked and that she did a wonderful job. Inside I am wondering if she is going to be the child that goes to school looking like she just got out of bed because she insists on doing her own hair and dressing herself. Awe, the sacrifices we make to raise independent adults!
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