Sirls

It's been raining a lot lately.  Not all day, but off and on every day.  This morning Rich took Becca just outside the door to look at the little animals in the yard, but came back in after they stepped out into the "actual" rain.  Minutes later she started chanting "sirl, sirl, sirl" while holding one of the placemats (from the coffee table) on her head.  Eventually realizing what she meant, I sent her, her make-shift hat, and her father back out into the rain.  And they had a great time watching the squirrels.