The other morning I was getting ready for work, trying to be quiet. Â Wilson came down and was hanging out with me before I headed out. Â Some storms were brewing in the distance and you could just hear the thunder rolling as it got closer to us.
I looked at Wilson and said, “Wow, I think it’s going to rain in a little bit.”
He wasn’t very impressed, though. Â He nonchalantly looked at me, then turned to look away while he said, “Well, Dad, it is March. Â And it rains a lot in March.”
I thought that was April but so far he’s right. Â Who knew?