Sam's a weather-tough kid. That's what happens when you live in the Tundra of Idaho Falls. He is unusually obsessed with hats and gloves, though, and even insisted Grandma wear some last Friday when they were playing outside. I think it comes from his time in the Tundra. He's used to bundling up and getting outside to play almost every day, even when it's below zero.
So, Sunday's all-day rain shower didn't even slow him down. While Joe did some last minute moving of boxes, dog crates, and chairs in and out of Lala's workshop, Sam insisted on riding his "motorcycle". (Andie and I watched, warm and comfortable, from the sliding glass door).
Happy days, now that we're in the Palm Springs of Idaho.