Waiting for the unicorn
This afternoon, the skies opened, and rained down Holy Hell on us:O It was dark...it was fierce...and it was scary.
I put the kidlets down for bed, and a few moments later, I heard The Little Man talking rainbows...
Rainbows? There's no such thing as a rainbow in Chicago:/ Sure enough, I went upstairs...looked out his window...and there it was...a rainbow! It might not be as impressive as the ones on the great plains...but I'll take it...now bring on the unicorns;)