From Mean Girls:
Karen: I'm kinda psychic. I have a fifth sense.Cady: What do you mean?Karen: It's like I have ESPN or something. My breasts can always tell when it's going to rain.Cady: Really? That's amazing.Karen: Well... they can tell when it's raining
My son has a similar ability. Sometimes, when we walk outside, he will announce to me: "I think it's raining." Lately, it has been a pretty good bet that he's right, but sometimes it's just wet outside. Or, he could just want to pretend it's raining. When I correct him, he plays it off pretty well. Rather than admitting he was wrong, he says, "It's not raining anymore." And you know what, I can't argue with that logic.
It is soooooooo cute.
