Those kiddie umbrellas with critters on the handles ought to come with warning labels. Trying desperately to hold on to the handle of his dinosaur umbrella in the torrential rain, our little man was literally picked up by the 35 mile hour wind and deposited, cute little hiney down, in a large mud puddle in the parking lot of our local warehouse club. It was all rather Piglet-esque.
Of course by this time Sissy's screaming because her umbrella's inside out and Bubba's giving us all commands as if we were very undisciplined soldiers on a soggy battlefield.
If I wasn't so irritated by the fact that we now had to turn around and head home for a down-to-the-skivvies clothing change instead of doing some grocery shopping and heading to the library before piano lessons, I'd have laughed my head off. As it was, I'm sure our wet shenanigans gave more than a couple folks something to smile about.