Under My Umbrella-ella-ella

I don't know what it is with this kid -- every day it's something else. Yesterday at my Uncle Joe's picnic she was entertained by an umbrella, of all things:

She gets very possessive of "her" things -- when my uncle tried to take the umbrella away because it was starting to thunder and lightning, she grabbed on and wouldn't let go. And today when we were at the outlets, she kept asking us to buy her an umbrella, which maybe we should have done, because she looks like the Morton salt girl:

I mean, okay, yes, technically I needed to flip the picture around to get the orientation of the umbrella correct vis-à-vis that famous graphic, but tell me this kid doesn't have "major brand name spokesmodel" written all over her.