I know it’s boring to talk about the weather, but we’ve had thunderstorms off and on all evening. When I checked the Accuweather radar to see if the storms were finished before going to bed, I saw this very interesting pattern of thunderstorms across much of the country:
We left the children at my mother’s, who was planning to feed them supper. I was a little slower than everyone else going into the house. When I went in, my youngest son was coming back to the front door to tell me, “I smelled something good. It was so good it made me float into the kitchen!”
I stopped after work to buy feed for our guineas. I bought a 50 pound bag of something called “Scratch Grains” (cracked corn and other grains). After loading it in the trunk and getting in the car, I asked SIRI to “Remind me, when I get home, to unload the scratch grains”:
This morning, while I was getting ready for work, my youngest son said, “Daddy, your hair is getting lighter”. I said yes, that’s what happens as you get older. He asked: If a person would pull out their gray hairs, would they get younger?
This morning our oldest son woke up with a cold. Our youngest son asked me whether he could get sick if his older brother breathed on him. I said yes. The youngest then asked whether his older brother would get well if HE (the younger) breathed on HIM (the older). Welllllll, no, it doesn’t work like that!