June 3, 2007
Schuyler and I sat in front of the window, watching the trees bending and the lightning flashing. I've always said that Schuyler is fearless, and that is mostly true, but the two exceptions are swimming in deep water, and thunder. She's not afraid of thunder, exactly. It just makes her nervous.
We sat and held onto each other and pretended to be scared and shivery every time a clap of thunder rolled by. I asked Schuyler what she thought caused thunder, and she had three theories, expressed through signs, mime and Martian since she didn't want to wake up Julie with her device.
Her first theory was that the thunder was pirates firing their cannons.
She then rejected that idea and decided that the thunder was the sound of a big fat man beating on his belly.
She finally discarded both of those theories and decided, without muchin the way of explanation, that the thunder was caused by our pug, Lulu.