This evening when I picked Aubrey up from my mom's house on my way home from work the sky looked very sinister and it was pretty windy outside. All signs pointed to a rainstorm.
As I pulled my car into park in front of our apartment:
Aubrey: Oh no...it's gonna rain. Mommy! Open door! Hurry!
Me: All right let's beat the rain (opens car door)
Aubrey: Mommy! Gonna rain! Run! Run! Gonna rain!
We safely enter the house and shut the door behind us.
Aubrey: wipes the brow of her forehead Oh phew...that was close.
Seriously...where does she get this stuff?
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