I love storms, always have. I grew up in a brick ranch that had an attached carport (and an attached mold problem) where my Dad and I would sit and watch storms roll in. Looking back, it probably wasn't the safest place for a parent to take his kid during a storm considering we were exposed on three sides. But, I was the only one of his 3 kids that took him up on this challenge so it became a sacred ritual for us.
I am only on the subject of storms because we seem to be destined to have atleast one a day for the entirety of summer. Last night we were in the middle of a hellava storm when my son informed me..."I'm taking my shirt off now in case I'm hit by lightning." He went on to explain that it was his favorite shirt and he didn't want to get blood on it.
Understandably, as a parent, this poses a few concerns:
First, my son is uncomfortably at peace about getting hit by lightning - with the caveat that his favorite shirt is not destroyed by his own blood in the process.
Second, at the time of his un-shirting we were in the middle of watching " The Blind Side" on DVD in the upstairs Bonus Room. This says to me that not only is he strangely calm about the whole 'getting hit by lightning' scenario, apparently you can (and will) be struck down anytime and anywhere.
So, there I sat watching the storms roll in with my son - protected on all sides and shirtless. Apparently the shorts hold no favor.
Happy Hump Day Ya'll!
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Hahaha that is too cute! When I was little we used to go out on our screen porch and sit to watch storms. I loved every bit of it: the beautiful designs the lightning made, the vibrating thunder, and the spraying mist of the rain through the screen. It was heaven!
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