The story I'm about to tell you was told to me third hand, but even if I'm off slightly with all the details, the gist of it is here...
My nephew, who is a month shy of being three-years old, was at day care the other day when a thunderstorm moved through. There was a little girl that was upset, scared of the thunder. My nephew says to her, "Don't worry. It's just Papa and Austin bowling up there."
A few seconds later thunder boomed. My nephew threw his hands in the air and yelled, "Yeah! STRIKE!!!!"
I have always loved a good thunderstorm. But now I have even more reason to smile when lightening flashes and the house shakes from a boom.
(Papa is my father-in-law, who passed away 6 years ago. You never know, my dad may be bowling with them now too, as that was one of his favorite things to do with the boys when we visited.)
