Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Rain Dance

The family hadn't eaten dinner and it was late, so we headed to the pizza place and my husband got to be a customer for a change. We expected it to be pretty empty because of the late hour, but were thrilled to bump into some friends, including the Johnsons. Their son played with our little girl for a while. In fact, they basically fed and entertained our child while we had a few minutes of conversation. We headed outside to let the kiddos play and when the rain started to pour, they begin to twirl around and dance and catch raindrops with their mouths. What is it about growing up that makes us run in from the rain instead of dancing in it?