We had a wicked storm blow though here. In fact, one house in the neighborhood got struck by lightening and caught on fire. Not so good. Lightening didn't strike our house, but we got pelted by some golf-ball sized hail. It was crazy!
After the storm, my kids decided to check out the ice chunks that landed in our yard.
"Mama, I need a cup," my son said. (Sound familiar?)
I fetched the cup and gave it to him. My daughter wanted one, too.
A short while later, each kid had a full cup of hail balls.
"What are you going to do with those?" I asked.
"Put them in the freezer," my son said.
So now I have a freezer full of hail. A word of caution to ya'll: If you visit my pad, and I give you a drink, it may contain hail balls instead of ice cubes.