When they too held out their hands and looked up I did it again, only with more water.
“Is that rain?” I asked, again looking up.
“Dad!” they squealed delightedly, their nonsense forgotten.
Suddenly they both had the lids off their water bottles and were trying to drench me. Of course, my superior smarts and height won out and they both copped a mini-soaking while I barely had a drop on me.
I turned back to the car, chuckling to myself –
– and half a litre of water slammed into my face, chest and crotch from inside the car in a torrential horizontal rainstorm.
“Yep, I think that is rain,” said Tracey, handing me a now empty water bottle. “Put that in the bin for me, would you darling.”
When not typing away over here and checking his stats every two minutes Bruce Devereaux hangs out at his ‘BIG FAMILY little income’ Facebook Page.
’raising a family on little more than laughs’