It rained last night...a whole lot. There was lightning, hail, thunder and torrents. The satellite went out, the kids couldn't swim and they asked and asked what to do. I suggested they park in front of the window and watch the storm "like the kids in the Cat in the Hat book." Now, the boy wasn't going for this of course but the girl grabbed my hassock and did just that. She folded her little arms and sat there for some time... Then she turned her head and said, "Mommy, I don't think he's coming." I agreed that he might not. She figured that to be a good thing because Mommy "would get mad when he'd trash the house." I agreed again pointing out that she didn't like to help pick up so it was probably just as well. She watched a little longer, and then the tv came back on.