Little One awoke from her slumber and headed toward the back door.
“Are you sure, Little One?”
The rain was coming down in sheets and the wind was blowing it sideways. If it were snowing instead of raining, we’d have a bonafide blizzard.
But Little One always has to go when she wakes up from a nap.
So I opened the door.
And immediately heard a very loud and frantic twitterfest going on out there.
Little One stepped into the pouring rain and then paused to rethink her decision. She sprinted off the deck, did her business and then sprinted right back.
55 degrees and raining in the motor city today. 62 degrees and fair yesterday. In mid-December!
After two brutally cold winters in a row, global warming has finally visited Detroit.
And I like it.