Nathan and I are riding in the car today and it is POURING outside. Raining the kind of raindrops that make you have to yell in the car just to talk with someone. Here's our conversation:
N: (yelling) "Mom, where does the wain come from?"
E: "Well, Heavenly Father sends us the rain for us to have water to drink, help the flowers and trees to grow..." (tired of yelling)
N: "Well, I think the wain comes fwom God squeezing the cwouds wike a sponge."
Point goes to Nathan.
(And, yes, Meg, I know that "enquiring" should be "inquiring", but I was trying to do a play on words with the trash mag, Enquirer! :-)
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