Raining

This morning I got a call from Bob's pre-school teacher. Bob had slipped and bumped his forehead on some wooden blocks at school. He was fine but would feel better if I was there.

"Mom, you can kiss the bump but don't touch it." Bob was crying as we ran back to the car through the rain.

"That's a pretty big lump you've got."

"It hurts. That's it. I'm quitting school. I'm never going back."

"Because you hurt yourself?"

"Yeah."

"Poops, you're feeling bad right now and that's not a good time to make a big decision." I strapped Bob into his booster seat. "How about if we just make a small decision instead?"

"I'm deciding I will feel better at home today," Bob said as he wiped his nose on his sleeve.

"That's a good decision."

"Thanks, Mama. You know what?"

"What, Babe?"

"No one can stop the rain."

"That's true," I said and I kissed him on the forehead.