When the kids piled out of the car last week after getting home from school, they grabbed their umbrellas from the garage and proclaimed today the perfect day to have umbrellas outside. I recalled the drive home in hard rain with wicked wind and disagreed. However, they were not to be swayed.
I snapped a few photos of the windy fun, and then went inside.
It looked something like this:
|I broke it?!|
|Maybe it's just inoperable for a moment?!|
And then, Mama to the rescue.
All's well that ends well. And why yes, that is a polar bear in his pocket. How else does one transport their stuffy friends?