Here in Texas we love rain. It’s like a long-lost friend: you remember it fondly, and rejoice when you see it. This past weekend we got a healthy visit from our long-lost friend. Let’s just say, my front lawn no longer looks like a fire hazard.
Anyway, a few days before that, we had a freak storm come through. I went to pick up the kids at the high school, when the skies opened, the wind whipping the rain sideways. It was glorious!!!! Unfortunately, not for the kids. Eldest was in ROTC uniform, and son had his instrument and couldn’t shield his face from the onslaught. But they make it to the car, and off we go slowly, not just because of the school zone, but because some people around here freak out when there is water falling from the sky.
We get home, and I instruct the kids to take hot showers ASAP. Son goes off with no complaint, but Eldest decides to just change into her PJs and a robe. Whereupon Momma freaks out:
Me: Eldest, you need to take a shower, now!
Eldest: But Mom, I’m already dry.
Me: Doesn’t matter. Go get in a hot shower.
Eldest: But why??
Me: I don’t want you catching a cold.
Me: It’s an old wives’ tale. Just do it!!
Eldest: Mom, you know I’ll be fine.
Me: Go take your shower before you catch your death of cold!!!
Yes, I well know that you get a common cold from a virus. I also know the reason we associate catching a cold to being wet is due to winter, and dry air lowering the body’s resistance to the virus. I KNOW THIS, PEOPLE!!!!
But it doesn’t matter. It’s ingrained, and I will enforce it until the day I die. Or until the kids move out.
Whichever comes first 😉