This morning I took both children to camp, with my usual pitstop at Starbucks. We got to BB&N and walked to the door where we drop Gracie off. I went in with her and Whit stood outside, uncharacteristically quiet and pensive. When I came out I took his hand and we headed back to the car. He said to me, “Mummy, it looks like it is going to rain.” I was distracted, as usual, and said, “yeah, yeah, Whit.” It was pretty much full sunshine and I wanted to get him to his camp. He yanked my arm, stood stock still, pointed at the clouds, and said, “Mummy! It really looks like rain. Look at those clouds.”
15 minutes later it was raining.
Not only was he accurate, but he reminded me to pay attention to the clouds. My little meteorologist. Like Grace’s devil-may-care gumption, there’s a lot Whit can teach me.
