Every Wednesday and Friday I spend a couple hours watching two 2 1/2 year old twins. Fridays are particularly easy because after a quick lunch its already nap time and time for me to catch up on my latest novel or tv show. This past Wednesday was particularly funny. I have been recovering from an awful cold and had to this point spent the entire day napping. The kid's mom rattled off some instructions and suggestions of what to do - one of them being water balloons. The voice in my head is saying, "Ok lady, if you think I'm going to run around and get water thrown at me for the next two hours you are wrong, don't push it." Of course as she left towards the safety of her car the kids in unision begin repeating "water balloons!!"
Alright, alright, I'm a big pushover. We head to the backyard, I fill two balloons dreading the fate that was awaiting me. I give one balloon to each kid and pull my body into a stiff restraint. Bring it on. To my suprise, the kids run over the grass, drop their balloons, and yell, "pop!" I couldn't believe it! Instant relief. I can do this for two hours with a smile on my face!
Just as I am begining to enjoy being dry, I lose focus and drop a balloon as I'm attempting to tie it into a knot. The opening turns into a sprinkler aimed up my pants. Within 10 seconds my shorts are drenched, my shirt is wet, and my face is dripping. The twins run over and point, "Wet!" the repeat...again and again and again, rubbing it in.
I could only laugh as I had done this to myself. I stood awkwardly and uncomfortabley for the next 90 minutes while drying out but life goes on. Next time I put amunition in the hands of children, I will know that it will most likely only be used as amminution by myself.
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