We've had a hot few days here. Every time I bring out the hose to water the plants, it somehow turns into a game of "Squirt Me With the Hose, Mommy!" Don't get me wrong, there is something wickedly alluring about nailing someone with an ice cold stream of water and watching them scurry away, shrieking in delight. But then there's the "problem" of wet clothes, slippery cement, and soggy towels. Well, it was a hot afternoon, and those little red cheeks did look pretty hot, so I gave in and sprayed away. Interestingly, but not surprisingly, we figured out a good system. Peter held the hose, getting very little water directly on himself, and Lizzy ran around getting soaked. I stepped in now and then to increase the accuracy and strength of the water stream. After several minutes of watery delight, the game changed from washing the kids, to washing the car. Out came the washcloths and bowls of water, and those kids got down to work. Now the car is sparkling, even if the kids aren't. I guess it's an okay trade-off.
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