Baby Boy has discovered the hose. Sadly, our hose doesn't spew forth cool champagne, rubies or anything you would want shot at full blast in your general range--just the garden variety freezing, stinging, smelling slightly of burnt rubber water.
I was enjoying a few moments laying in the driveway under the sun when the prickles of cold spray jammed up my nose.
Stunned and blind, I heard Darling Husband yell, "Hey! That's not nice, buddy. Grab that towel and help me dry him off."
Oh, my hero! What a good hus....wait. Dry HIM off?
I sat up to see them tenderly drying the DOG as mascara and sunscreen dripped into my mouth.
Reality Moment #47. You know it's time to chop down the Family Totem Pole when the dog takes top billing in a water war.
(I bet no one chose drying the dog over the bikini gal in the banner pic. I hope they sprayed off her fake tan. Humph.)