I was spending some quality time with my sweetie, in the Boudoir, with the door closed. I decided I should check on the Wee Lassies. I open our door and hear Aeron crying.
"Aeron. What's wrong?" No answer. I sit the child up in her bed. She just snivels.
"Boo. What's wrong?!" I ask. A couple times.
Finally I get answer.
"I.....I....want an umbrella!"