Don't Leave the Baby Out in the Rain

I had a dream last night that I was babysitting for people I didn't know, and I accidentally left the baby out in the rain. Then the parents came home, and said, hey, where's the baby? And I went out and found it in the backyard. It was soaking wet, but in good shape. Although it was one gigantic fat baby. Not a toddler at all, but a big big kid. I was horrified that I'd forgotten him, until I started to wake up and realized that, thank god, it was only a dream. Now I'm worried that if I have a kid, I'll leave it in the yard. Is that like throwing the baby out with the bathwater? I wonder.