The Pitter Patter Periodical

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Monday, July 11, 2005

Why is it?

Right now the rain is coming down in sheets and thunder is crashing directly overhead.

David is sleeping right through it.

Why is it that at the softest squeak of the floor, he wakes up alert and ready to play, but when the thunder causes the windows to rattle, my ears to wince, and the cat to hide under my desk, he doesn't even twitch?
Posted by There she goes! at 2:34 PM
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