We had torrential rain yesterday. I commented to Noa that it was “raining cats and dogs.”
She looked at me and said, “Or it’s like it’s raining fat people.”
In talking with her later, she talked about meaning that it was raining the sun and the moon, so somehow I think the sun and moon are connected with large people in her head? Possibly some children’s book we read that has formed some sort of picture in her mind.
Anyway, I can only pray that, “It’s raining fat people,” doesn’t come out of her mouth at some inopportune moment in the future.