When it started to rain this afternoon you scampered down the hall singing "It's raining, it's pouring". Struck by inspiration you turned and said "Brellas mummy. Come on. Let's go".
After a quick change into the strawberry togs Nana gave you, we collected the brollies and headed out to walk barefoot in the rain.
You are enamoured with your pink umbrella, holding the handle with both hands. Occasionally you would lose sight of me even though I was walking beside you. Circling around calling "Mummy where are you?" before realising the brolly was blocking your view. Your face went from registering confusion and worry to relief and a sense of the ridiculous.
Eventually the rolling thunder and stirring mosquitoes sent us back across the bridge home to a warm shower.
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