You Can Stand Under My Umbrella, Part 2
I dressed the boys in their matching green rain coats. Little E gave me some push back. He wanted to wear a Thomas rain coat a friend had given us. The problem is, Little E needs to grow about a foot before it actually fits him.
Big E has a little umbrella that came with his rain boots. Otherwise, he would not have one. I grew up in Florida. It rained pretty much all the time. Even when it wasn't raining, it was so humid that there was always a layer of moisture coating my skin.
Little E does not have an umbrella. This is an integral fact in this story. I brought my giant red umbrella to the bus stop for us to share.
This was not acceptable to Little E. He began to whine and cry.
I WANT MY OWN UMBRELLA!
He wanted me to leave them alone at the bus stop and run to Target and pick him up an umbrella STAT. He was relentless. I cursed Mr. Yoy, who remained bundled up in bed, while I stood at the bus stop being assaulted by rain and our youngest son.
Big E was of zero help. He wouldn't let Little E hold his umbrella. He taunted him. Little E's tantrum began to swell.
As the bus pulled up, Little E was in full-on, academy award winning crying mode.
Big E bounded up the steps to the bus, without his umbrella. There is no way I'm sending that to school with him. I can just see the sword fighting now.
Little E refused to board the bus. I picked him up and he went limp noodle on me. As I lifted him up to the bus, he hooked his feet under the bus. Good lord. I was not prepared for a morning battle. I palmed his booty and assisted him up the stairs.
So many tears. Big E grabbed Little E's hand and took him to their seat.
I turned and strode up the hill towards home.
And that's how I came to drink wine at 7:30 AM.