in the car with the kids and my sister in law, driving home in the pouring rain after running through a monsoon to leave the suspended (and later “terminated”) game.
drenched 6yo in the back seat: i know how hail is made. [note: we weren’t talking about hail] it’s when thunder and rain combine together. also, lightning and rain can combine too. they make little ice pieces.
6yo: i know it seems like that couldn’t happen, but that’s how it happens. thunder or lightning combine with rain. or both of them.
me: ummm, yeah, good to know.
6yo: i’ve always known that. ever since i was five years old. ever since my 6th birthday.