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The rain has been falling for six or seven days now.
On Sunday we went to the Wrentham outlets. They're a series of factory outlet stores set up in a series of long parallel buildings, with a very long building perpendicular in the back; it's sort of like a capital "E", with six crossbars instead of three, and none of them actually connected to each other.
In other words, it's like an outdoor mall. There are covered walkways along the store fronts, but about twenty feet of open sky separate the buildings.
The rain was pouring down. Here and there the architecture of the roof made waterfalls from above, splattering down into the gravel channels below. Clear water puddled over the gravel beds.
Sebastian couldn't resist, of course. What boy could? He had snow boots, and he had to splash through the water and run under the "fountains", as he called the cascades off the roofs. His Scooby Doo umbrella kept him dry for a little while, but that was no fun - so before long, he had handed the umbrella to Teri and was simply soaked.
Teri wasn't happy at all about that. And it didn't help that I was chuckling. She glared at me.
"Look, sweetie," I said, pointing to a nearby cataract from a corner of the roof, "can't you hear it calling him? Seriously - can't you hear it?"
She looked at me as if I were nuts.
I shrugged.
"I guess it's a boy thing."
I looked back, and Sebastian was running in the rain as fast as he could. Two seconds later I was chasing him, laughing so hard I could barely stay on my feet.
On Sunday we went to the Wrentham outlets. They're a series of factory outlet stores set up in a series of long parallel buildings, with a very long building perpendicular in the back; it's sort of like a capital "E", with six crossbars instead of three, and none of them actually connected to each other.
In other words, it's like an outdoor mall. There are covered walkways along the store fronts, but about twenty feet of open sky separate the buildings.
The rain was pouring down. Here and there the architecture of the roof made waterfalls from above, splattering down into the gravel channels below. Clear water puddled over the gravel beds.
Sebastian couldn't resist, of course. What boy could? He had snow boots, and he had to splash through the water and run under the "fountains", as he called the cascades off the roofs. His Scooby Doo umbrella kept him dry for a little while, but that was no fun - so before long, he had handed the umbrella to Teri and was simply soaked.
Teri wasn't happy at all about that. And it didn't help that I was chuckling. She glared at me.
"Look, sweetie," I said, pointing to a nearby cataract from a corner of the roof, "can't you hear it calling him? Seriously - can't you hear it?"
She looked at me as if I were nuts.
I shrugged.
"I guess it's a boy thing."
I looked back, and Sebastian was running in the rain as fast as he could. Two seconds later I was chasing him, laughing so hard I could barely stay on my feet.
