Our little Hudson is a Southern California, sunny0with-a-high-of-75, boy. He doesn't understand this thing we call "rain" and since its been a regular in the forecast the past few days, he is getting tired of me telling him we can't go to the park because it's wet. I'm sure he's wondering, since when does wet matter?! Well today I caved and we went in the backyard and played in the rain. It had let up for a bit, so it was more of a drizzle, but he was fascinated with the drips from the patio cover, the puddles and the rain gutter. To say he loved it is an understatement.