Like father like son

Last night was a horrible rainy drizzly night, the kind of night which I have always enjoyed. I’ve always thought that being born and raised in Massachusetts, with its horrible weather, ruined me. But now I’m forced to wonder if its genetic. Gabe was having a hard time getting to sleep and often likes to take a walk to settle down to bed. He was trying to go outside, and I tried to show him that it was cold and miserable outside, but he was unphased. So, I bundled him up like a good Daddy does, and put him into his water-resistant baby carriage. And I bundled up myself, like my Daddy used to do for me, and put on my water-resistant shoes. And the both of us struck out into the night. Gabe had a great time feeling the rain with his hand and watching the river-of-light car headlights pass by in the night and the mist. Then he went to sleep and I walked him home and put him to bed.