Yesterday the kids woke up and complained about another cloudy day.

"When is it gonna be sunny?" G. asked me.

Unfortunately, not anytime soon.

So the kids started singing the age-old nursery rhyme to lament the lousy weather:

It's raining
It's pouring
The old man is snoring
He got into bed
And bumped his head
And couldn't get up in the morning

"How did he bump his head mommy?" L., my 7-year-old asked.

"You know, I never thought about that. I don't know."

"Maybe he had a bunk bed and bumped his head on that just like we do."

Something to ponder on yet another dreary day in Maine....