Yesterday it rained like cats and Grovers all day. So Diana and Elijah were cooped up in the house all day. Which is fun for an hour. At which point every item extracted from every drawer in our kitchen fails to hold interest. Diana couldn’t even coax Grover outside to do his special business it was so miserable. So she left the doggy door open in case Grover couldn’t find a place in the basement to go doo doo for me to find in three months.
Luckily, Elijah still loves Sesame Street, Elmo in particular, who he refers to as, “Dada.” Nice. So when Diana exhausted all her tricks she plopped him down in front of the TV and knew she’d have 40 minutes to check email while the Muppets solved the mysteries of the letter P.
About three minutes later, Di’s Spidey Sense went off. She looked out the window of her office and saw that Eli had crawled through the doggy door and was dancing on our back porch in the downpour. Clad only in a diaper.
That’s right. Dancing. He was doing his fast walk/arm waving boogaloo. And laughing his head off as his diaper grew three sizes in the rain.
This story isn't that funny. But it proves not everything Elijah related has to do with poop or pee.
p.s. Today’s photo is a dry weather reenactment.
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