So today is a lovely rainy day that I decided to take everyone to go see my grandparents. We all have our umbrellas, rain boots, and oodles of snacks/toys/change of clothes/baby crap in tow. As we were leaving their house my son decides that he doesn't want to walk out to the car. So like any good mom I scoop him (and the army sized bag o'crap) up, grab my umbrella, and hurry outside. After strapping him to his seat I get into my own only to hear "Where's my umbrella?". At this point I'm a bit damp already from juggling the umbrella and the car seat and I tell him that we'll get it next time. "Noooooooooo!!!!!" You would then think that I had told him that he could no longer have sweets, or that all the toys in the world had disappeared, or even that everyone he knew had died. And just as I was convincing myself that going back inside would be better for my sanity my amazing grandfather comes running outside to hand us the umbrella. So dow...