As our family discussed the weather this morning, we marveled at the possibility of snow. We live in Louisiana, for goodness sake! We also talked about the possibility of rain.
"It's gonna be hell", says our sweet little Nolan.
"What?" I ask, as I can only assume that I heard him incorrectly.
"It's going to be hell", he says again.
Kelly listens as I ask him to repeat himself again. He says the same thing. One more time. Same thing.
Finally, Nolan explains: "You know, when ice homes down from the sky, He-ll!?"
Oh! "Hail" ...with a southern accent!