This morning when we awoke, there was a heavy fog. My kids were delighted.
"Look, the clouds have come down!" they exclaimed.
My son, of course, wanted to touch the clouds. So he went outside in his pajamas to get up-close-and-personal with the big precipitation puffs.
"Mom, what's wrong with these things?" he asked. "They can't hold up a towel."
"Nope," I said. "They can't even hold up a raindrop."
He looked at me like I was crazy. "But mom, I thought the angels sat up there!"
I smiled. "Well, then," I said, "I guess angels must be really light."