OK, pick any day of the week and you'll hear, 'she's touching me!' or you'll hear Edie's voice of discontent expressed by squealing like an air raid siren. This is usually because someone has invaded someones personal space. Unless of course....the clouds start to rumble. The twins each scoot to the side and let Edie in the middle, and they all snuggle til the storm passes. Of course this is followed by the gamut of 'why?' 'why, mama is there thunder?' So we talk about how the clouds need to send down rain to water the flowers, grass, trees, and put clean water in the pond ( Our pond & Meme's pond). About ten minutes later they will ask why again.
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