Bec is taking to heart the quote "there is no bad weather, just wrong clothing". On rainy days Quinn is clad in his yellow rainsuit with (mostly) watertight cuffs at the legs and hands. They go out and splash in our driveway's many puddles. Then they go to the park. You pretty much get the whole park to yourself if the forecast is anything less than 20 degrees and sunny. Quinn plays blissfully, oblivious to what could be considered inclement weather.
It took me a long time to not hate rain, which looking back seems like it unnecessarily discarded some perfectly usable days. With any luck Quinn will not know enough to come in out of the rain when he grows up.
The Dark Side of Perfectionism
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