It’s soggier than a baby’s diaper outside. The little one, bless her heart, noticed the overnight change in weather almost immediately and just spent ten minutes transfixed at our improbably large living room window. She commented thus: “Dee-yee, doo-goo. Doi yoiiiiii.”
At one point she looked back at me, the wildly unkempt, coffee-guzzling creature on the couch, and repeated with new emphasis, “DOI YOI.”
“Don’t I know it, kid,” I said, shaking my head. “Don’t I know.”
But the child just smiled, bounced up and down a couple of times, and, with a fresh outlook on the thing, started slapping the window in delight.
