One Saturday, back in the Spring, I promised FireGirl we could go to the park.
Being the unseasonably cool Spring that it was (hard to believe now), I bundled her up and we headed that way. After all, the forecast called for cool, but clear.
We were almost there when it started sprinkling on the car.
So I pointed out the raindrops and warned her that we might not get to play today.
Strong-willed optimist that she is, she insisted that the rain might stop.