The son: "It's raining."
Me: "No way."
The son: "Yeah, it's coming down pretty hard."
Me: "No way. It's not even supposed to rain until tomorrow."
I peer out the kitchen window and in the pre-dawn gloom, ascertain that it is, indeed, pouring.
Me, sighing: "Alright. We'll need to leave five minutes early."
The son, hopefully: "We could walk."
Me: "You'll get soaked."
The son: "We have umbrellas."
Me: "Dude! The skies have opened."
The son: "I don't mind."
Me: "Your hair."
The son: "I'll be ready to go five minutes early..."
Go listen to some good music: "California Dreamin'" from the album If You Can Believe Your Eyes and Ears by The Mamas & The Papas. Winter has arrived for the moment. What's wild is that it will be considerably warmer in Chicago than it will be here.