Postscript from Nana

For Memorial Day Weekend, we had a site at Florida CavernsPark in Marianna.  We were sitting outside in our Valentine’s Day recliners when I could hear a little voice somewhere nearby singing, “Shoo fly, don’t bother me, shoo fly, don’t bother me.”  It reminded me of something that happened as we were taking Amelia to Baton Rouge not long ago.  I had intended to include it in my last post, but somehow forgot about it.  So here it is.  I thought it was precious.

We were traveling down I-10.  Amelia, the perfectly content traveler, was riding in the back seat of the truck.  All of a sudden we were in the midst of a downpour.  Amelia began singing from the back seat, “Rain, rain go away.  Come again another day.”  (Cute, right?)  She sang this over and over , but then the rain seemed to come down harder.  Then she said, “Okay now, louder and faster.” And she began singing the little song much louder and much faster.  And then, all of a sudden we were in the sunshine again.  The look on her face was priceless.  She was convinced that the little song (louder and faster) was responsible for the sunshine.  And I’m not too sure that it wasn’t.