You know your son is a native Southern California when you observe his reaction to a summer rain. And by "rain" I mean "mist." Hell, it was pretty much just a fog, really.
True, it was cloudy. "All done sun?" he asked in disbelief.
"No sun right now, Parker. It's cloudy and it's starting to rain. But we can still play outside," I urged him. Ultimately, I didn't want to watch anymore Pixar movies. It was barely 11:00 AM on a Saturday morning and I had already endured more Tow Mater than anyone should have to tolerate.
Parker glanced around the backyard and up at the sky. He wiped the "rain" that had collected on his arms and said, "I don't like it." He then turned around and walked back inside.
Imagine his surprise when he learns that where his grandparents live, it rains roughly once per week!
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