Laughter in the Rain

It had been threatening rain all morning, and we'd had the occasional sprinkle. That afternoon, the clouds burst and poured rain. "Pitchforks points down" we used to say. That's when GL decided it was time to play outside. I told him to wear his old shoes. I don't remember who suggested the bar of soap, but he liked the idea so much, he ran for his swimsuit.

Once he decided he was clean enough, he had to get dirty again, so he could wash some more.