The Weather Network & the Michael Family

It's apparently a genetic thing, a meteorological chromosome, passed along by the mother, this love of the Weather Network that runs through my wife's side of the family. Mom-in-law loves it, all her daughters love it - could sit for hours in front of it. It's compelling TV, somehow. And now come to find that the Boy is very keen on the Weather Network too and has learned numeral recognition from channel 30, numbers like 22, 18 and on rarer occasions this year 28. He's got all the icons down and can distinguish between sunny and partly cloudy and more significantly, between light rain and drizzle. Which makes this morning's conversation somewhat more interesting.

Last night the Blue Monkey's played their last regular season game and scored a season high 4 goals. The Boy also scored, giving him four on the season and treating Mamma who hadn't been there on any of the previous games where he'd scored. Daddy wasn't there - off golfing - so Mamma briefed me on all the news when I got home and advised me to be surprised when I heard it from the Boychild's mouth, because he was anxious to tell me himself. She let me know that while they'd scored four times, the Monkeys still lost 8-4. 

Mamma: But you should have seen the Blue Monkeys parents. It was like they'd won the Stanley Cup.

This morning the Boy advised me that the Monkey's had, in fact, tied the game 4-4, but couldn't quite look me in the eye, a harmless bit of revisionism after all. There's one more game to go, but there's two days when it might be played. Tuesday if it's not raining and Thursday if it rains on Tuesday. The scenario required significant explanation. Finally having grasped what was going on, the Boy headed straight for the Weather Network to "check the forecast" (in quotes because it's a specific, favourite expression of his). The local and long range forecast was just coming on.

 Boy: Just in time!

He proceeded to read of the forecast for the morning, afternoon, evening, four-day out look and seven day forecast. He concluded that we were going to be all right for Tuesday because as the forecast showed for the week:

Boy: We're only going to get five pieces of rain.