It sounds like Hell!

My little boy, age “almost 6” heard the sound of Spring rain on our windows this morning and announced, “It sounds like Hell.” Well, maybe it did to a boy who would have to walk four blocks from where we park the car to get to his urban school. We are ending the days of his malapropisms, though, and when they come I want to pick him up and hug all of his little boy-ness, since very shortly, I won’t be able to pick him up at all.