Rain, rain go away

The sweetest damn thing is hearing my 3-year-old sing that song. It is precious. Of course, she is deluded since we haven't had rain in weeks, but it is cute nonetheless.

However, short of a rain dance, Army of Dad and I worked together to ensure it would rain tonight:

He watered the lawn.
I washed my car.

Ahem. Anywhere there is a drought, buy me a car and a house and we'll be there with your rain shortly.