We had some crazy rain today; the kind of rain that just didn’t stop. Of course, the boys and I were on our way to Costco when the rain picked up the most. Between Costco and picking Taylor up from school, we were all dripping wet, with our clothing stuck to our bodies by the time we got home.

Now, to rewind to our Costco trip. Costco, on any given day, is an experience in itself. It’s always insane. Always. People stop me a million times to see which brand of twins the boys are and to ask which Clairol number I use to dye my daughter’s hair. On a Friday morning, it’s an entirely different kind of hell. I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to go today. I really tried to talk myself out of it, but the promise of five gallons of cheap milk, pounds upon pounds of fresh strawberries, and a chicken I didn’t have to cook swayed me in the direction of the lovely wholesale club. The boys were so proud to be wearing their new-to-them firefighter rain jackets. They felt like big shots walking across the parking lot with me in the rain. They got lots of comments from people, as always, but today it was mostly people asking if they were firefighters. Jacks did his famous siren sound in their faces and we’d just keep on walking. By the time we got out, the parking lot was full on flooded. It wasn’t possible to avoid puddles, so I just pushed the boys (who were now inside the cart) quickly through the parking lot. Both boys started screaming as they looked down underneath the cart and I figured they were just being dramatic. I actually thought they were squeals of laughter and delight from the water. I was wrong. Their screams quickly turned into sobs with full on tears. They yelled something about sharks, but I was too cold and dripping wet to figure it out at the moment. I packed the groceries and the kids up and we were on our way to pick up big sister. Once we were all home, we had to peel the clothing off of ourselves and change into warm {dry} outfits. As I was getting changed myself, the kids were all sitting together on the sofa, cuddled underneath a large blanket. I thought about how cute they were in that moment and went on with getting changed when I heard more sobs, similar to what I heard in the Costco parking lot. I peeked around the corner and heard the cause of the boys’ distress. Taylor had been telling them that when it rains this much, sharks come out and live in the puddles on the street and parking lot. She was reiterating her shark theory to the boys when I caught her out. Naturally, she thought it was hilarious. Needless to say, the boys didn’t nap well at all today. I’m now re-training them to not fear the rain. Wish me luck.