So we’re at the dinner table eating a fine meal when I notice that outside the sky is dumping rain (while still being super sunny) faster than what I imagine Rick James did a line of cocaine.

Me: “Dude, look at that rain coming down out there!”

Lil’ Man: “Dad! When will the unicorn fart?”

For a moment I forgot that I had told him rainbows happen when a unicorn farts and that a unicorn farts whenever it is raining and sunny at the same time. You know, because it’s their favorite weather and all.