ROBIEWANKENOBIE

it is the perfect sort of rainy day. the kind where the weather is warm, and the drops of rain are large. plip. plop. we yearn for these sorts of days around here. ones that justify the use of a festive umbrella. c. was particularly happy to break out his winter boots. he may possibly be at his adorable best in his shorts and tee shirt, big winter boots, and his brightly colored duck handled umbrella. he was the one who reminded me, of course, that i should slow down this morning. i went to get him out of the car to dash into the school and drop off something for a field trip. we don't have time to get the umbrellas back out, i told him. he balked. and i remembered that we do, indeed, have time. all the time in the world. umbrella time.