This past Friday was yet another Friday the 13th. We were upstate visiting John that day. He lives near a mall that has a ferris wheel, carousel, and a bunch of other kiddie rides. It's a good time. I could spend an entire day there with the boys. My 4 year old has been asking for an umbrella of his own since he was 2. His cousin/idol had a Tinkerbell umbrella of her own when she lived with us in NJ, and he coveted it so.
We passed a cart selling kid's umbrellas for $10. Highway robbery if you asked me. But then we went into a store that had Buzz Lightyear umbrellas for $6. Sold! He was in Heaven. It was more excitement than he could ask for. He opened it in the mall, in the car, in my sister inlaw's house, and the following day in my house.
I could not keep count of how many people gasped and warned us about the dangers of opening umbrellas inside and the bad luck that would surely follow us as a result. Here's the thing, I come from a very superstitious Dad and Irish background that breeds folklore and stories of luck and magic. I have followed all the rules my entire life. I'd never be caught dead walking under a ladder. Cross a black cat's path? No. Umbrellas were strictly an outdoor accessory. Some how bad luck found me and took hold despite my careful considerations. So f that. My boy LOVES his new Buzz Lightyear umbrella and it makes him happy. If he wants to play with it under a ladder on Friday the 13th while skipping back and forth over the path of a black cat while stomping on a mirror, than so be it. Luck be damned.
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