I forget my umbrella. It's cold, dreary, and miserable. I run to my car, and still, I'm soaked.
My daughter forgets her umbrella! It's cold, wet, and magical! She insists on walking home with her friend, in the rain, "for the fun and for the puddles." She's soaked through and so happy.
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