However, the only umbrella in sight was my Coach umbrella--hardly the umbrella that I was going to let my two year old take to school with him. But as we were in a hurry, I told him he could carry that one. I was secretly hoping he would forget about it by the time we got to school.
Nope, of course not.
I couldn't help myself from bursting out laughing in the rain outside of the school. It was too much. Picture this: a tiny, dawdling fireman carrying an enormous Coach umbrella into school. He looked like a bobbing, designer mushroom. It totally made my day. :)
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