This morning we rolled up to our friend's house to unleash the Yoy madness on them.
We had a great time decorating and eating cupcakes, pulling every toy out of its place, and wreaking general havoc.
I noticed the sky darkening and Little E's timer was getting ready to go off. He was fixin' to blow.
By the time we had straightened up our mess, the skies had opened up. So had Little E. He needed a nap-like yesterday.
We snaked everyone out through the garage hoping this, combined with our golf umbrella, would keep us dry. I grabbed Big E in one hand and the umbrella in the other. I lifted him into the car by one arm and skillfully balanced the umbrella onto the top of the car with my shoulder and ear. I got Big E into his car seat when he did his patented back arch.
What to do, what to do. I asked him to suck it up and sit in it for the 10 minute drive home.
Uh, negative. So, I lowered him down, out of the car and back into the torrential downpour. At this point, the umbrella was futile.
Mrs. Yoy cannot catch a break!
Post diaper change we went back out the garage and, like a miracle, the rain had stopped.
So you see, Big E does have impeccable timing. I got Little E into the car and he was bone dry.