A good dad would probably keep his kids inside where it is warm, and he and his kids could spend a day watching cartoons and drinking hot cocoa. I’m not that kind of dad. When it rains, I can’t wait to throw a jacket or sweater on and head outside. Because I’ve got kids, I take them with me. Yesterday, we were forced to play soccer with a huge yellow ball that had to stand in for the pretty nice soccer ball I’d accidentally kicked into a very tall tree the day before. Alison has yet for truly forgive me for that, but I’ll get her a new ball, and hopefully we will each live long enough to have many many rainy days together.