Miles has a well-documented disdain for sunlight, but at least he’s finding increasingly poetic ways to describe it. The sun was bright in the sky this morning, which hasn’t always been the case lately, with overcast days and intermittent storms. Today, however, Miles’s nemesis was back with a vengeance.
As the light shone through the windshield on the way to daycare, Miles lifted a hand to his face and said, “The sun rained down.”
I asked for clarification. “You mean like, instead of rain, now there’s sunlight?”
“Yeah,” Miles grunted.
I think he prefers the actual rain.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 