“But why can’t we go to the pool?” he whined over another roll of thunder. Preschoolers don’t quite understand electricity or the wait 30 minutes after thunder rule that all outdoor neighborhood pools enforce.
It was going to be a long night for both of us, I feared.
I snapped my fingers. “You know what, buddy? We’re going to have a movie night!” I had an unopened copy of Finding Nemo tucked away for a rainy night and by golly, this was the night!
Harry’s eyes grew wide as I brought down blankets and comforters and created a nest on the floor. He was practically giddy when we both changed into pajamas before dinner. And when I set a picnic dinner on the blankets and pressed “play” on the DVD player, I thought he was going to faint. After dinner, I made a bowl of popcorn and we sat and watched the movie together. We laughed and cheered for the little fish and Harrison was entranced the entire time.
It was the perfect night – I have a wonderful memory with my son and we beat that stupid ol’ rain.
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