Frogs and rain and a wedding - oh my!

I have frogs in my basement. Tiny little frogs. And a torrential downpour banging on the roof. Apparently locusts and plagues are just around the corner.

Or not. Actually, the frogs in the basement are the "overflow frogs" - the rest are idly swimming around in bowls on the tables of the Wentworth Ballroom, Sheraton Nashua, performing their little froggie acrobatics for the entertainment of the guests of the Su****** Wedding. You see, Alison, our nanny, was married today. It has been two years of planning to build up to this one day, this single event - this monsoon.

It didn't just rain today, the skies opened up and small animals pelted to the earth. Roads became rivers and the parking lot of the Church of the Resurrection began to resemble a children's wading pool.
"Mama," Ben said as we did the shuffle under the umbrella dash to the front door, "it's really wet out here."
"Yes, I know, sweetheart."
"No, Mama, I mean really wet."
It was dry inside the church, as we silently steamed in our damp clothes and settled into the pew.
"Mama, what's that big X up there?"
"You mean the design on the stained glass window?"
"No, that wood thing."
It struck me that my son had no idea what a crucifix was.
"That's a cross, Ben, and the man on it is Jesus."
He seemed to be trying to take that in as we watched the procession. He approved of Alison in her "princess dress"and felt that even the music wasn't bad. But everything else was well ... silly.
"What are they reading, Mama?"
"It's the bible, sweetie. It's a very important book."
He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Bend your head and close your eyes, Ben. We're praying."
"Praying?"
I put a gently pressure on the back of his head to bend it down. "Yes, praying."
He began to giggle uncontrollably. All of my efforts to shush him only made him laugh harder.
"What's that, Mama?" he asked as the priest raised the communion wafer in the air.
I murmured in a quick rush of words, "It's the body of Christ. Mama will explain later."
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, an insistent ringing bell went off. Although I knew it was part of the service, it did sound surprisingly "alarm" like. Ben has a terrible fear of fires and fire alarms, mainly caused by the fire drills at school.
"AAHHHHHHHHH!!! FIRE!!!!!!!!"
Things went downhill from there.

We are home now, the unused frogs swimming peacefully in their aquarium. The cat's are rather miffed that we will not allow them to eat them - especially as they are not really necessary anymore. The reception must be in full swing by now with everyone drinking and eating and having a wonderful time. Perhaps the music is so loud with everyone dancing away that they won't hear the rain lashing the windows. Or notice that the water is sloshing in the frog's bowls.

One can hope.