It was barely raining as we drove to Tornado E’s school. Then it stopped.
Tornado S: Who turned off rain?! Mommy! Turn it on now!
Tornado E: God turned off the rain.
Tornado S: Oh! He turn it on now?!
As soon as we got out of the car, God turned back on the rain, and I, being the crazy mom that I am, allowed my sons to enjoy it in all its glory. Tornado S got to relish it more because he didn’t have to go to school and he was wearing his fireman’s boots to splash in the mud puddles.
We left the school with a happy, muddy Tornado S.
Tornado S: Mommy! God turned off rain!
Tornado S: Where is he?!
Tornado S: He hiding behind the mountains?!
Me: Well, He’s everywhere.
Tornado S: Oh! He invisible!
Tornado S: And He hiding behind the mountains!
Later we picked up my mom to drag her to story time with us.
Tornado S: Grandma! God turn off rain! And He invisible!
Now all we have to do is teach him transubstantiation and he has all the makings of a good Catholic.