Rain Song

The Fuss, being particularly susceptible to cabin fever, requires outings rain or shine. While he doesn't seem to particularly mind the transformation into mini-Godzilla, and positively basks in the trail of destruction that follows, maintenance of the standing army needed to defend civilization from the onslaught falls to the adults. So I do what I can to subvert the process.

He likes to 'drive the car' before we go anywhere- when scheduling allows I indulge him. Loading up is much more pleasant when he climbs into his chair and helps me work the belts than when I have to pin him down like a four-limbed Anaconda. He plays with dials, fiddles with vents and usually messes around with the sun/moon roof, which was waylaid by the rain.

I did roll back the lining so he could see the rain hitting the glass. He watched mesmerized for several minutes, then said

"Dada, the water looks like pointy fishies coming down off the house."

Satisfied, he climbed into his seat and by the time I'd gone around the outside to help him had buckled the chest strap by himself for the first time.

We did an abbreviated version of our usual Costco run. He usually demand a full sweep of the shopping center- Costco hot dog, a swing through the pet superstore to see the fishies, birdies, kitties, doggies and assorted rodents, a trip to the fountain with the lion heads and lastly a quick dip into Old Navy to visit the dog mannequin.

Today he seemed mildly chastened by the weather and was satisfied with making the animal rounds then bee-lining it for the hot dog.

On the way home I mixed it up and took Turri Road because it was raining and picturesque.

Fuss noted "Oh, this is a strange road. I like it!"