Last week Rachel looked outside on one particularly foggy day, and I could tell she was really impressed and wanted to tell me about it, but she couldn't remember what it was called. She yelled out, "Mom, it looks really. . .um. . .really. . .SILKY outside!" Oliver, the wise older brother, was right there to correct her, of course - "No, Rachel. . .You mean it's really SOGGY outside."
Nice try, both of you.
A foggy day is fun, but nothing beats a silky, soggy, foggy day.
Here's the foggy view from our kitchen window:
2 comments:
You guys always seem to have such fun.
It's a good thing she has Oliver to keep her straight...So funny, I can just see it.
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