Saturday morning, Thunder and Lightning were already dressed in their favorite team jerseys and playing in the backyard.
Our bug man had stopped by to spray the exterior of our house, because I hate roaches like I hate the "debil." He stopped spraying momentarily, to say hello to Thunder and Lightning. After giving them both high fives and answering 84 questions concerning bug species, Mr. Bug Man-- as The Storm affectionately refers to him, asked, "Who's gonna WIN today?"
Thunder looked up at the sky, deep in thought, then answered, "Well, they don't know that yet."