Gregg and I walked down to school this afternoon just as the clouds were returning. When we got to Woodstock, the pitter patter of little hail stones started. This is what we found when we returned to Oakville. Enough hail had accumulated to look almost like snow.
Oh well, we have her antibiotics started and we will try for the sleepover tomorrow night. Looks like Felix, who planned an escape from the party with a sleepover at his friend's, will get to join in with the girls anyway.