Hail? no

Today I enjoyed the ride in to school with Joel at 10:30. (Snow delay, so we were chatting about weather.)

His voice was sweet. I love that it's still high, and regret that I can't remember exactly when his older brothers' voices changed. So I tuned in carefully as much to the melody of his voice as to the words he was saying.

Per usuale, football entered the conversation. His segue from weather to football was exquisite for a second grader:

"Mom, I don't like blizzards...or hail. But I like hail Marys! Like when I'm running with the football and yell, "hail Mary!" and the guy in the end zone goes deep and catches it. That's really cool."