So, the night before last, Jack has the idea that he knows how to make it snow. He puts his pajamas on inside out, flushes an ice cube down the toilet, and sleeps with a spoon under his pillow.
He wakes up to pouring rain.
It rains all day.
Late last night, while still raining and very windy, Char and I heard a huge ‘thump’ from outside. One of our large elm trees was uprooted and came crashing to the ground, narrowly missing a couple other trees and completely covering the roadway.
On the way to school today, Jack says, “I’m sorry, Dad.”
“For what?”
“For making it rain,” he answered.
So… I’m torn. I could tell him that his little ritual didn’t really make it rain and possibly crush him. Or I could just accept his apology. The choice was ultimately easy.
I said, “Next time, try flushing two ice cubes.”
