My kids like to do many things. Most of them involve torturing each other in one way or another. Some would call it "playing" but I call it a glorified-dictatorship-birth order torture. :-) In other words, when you are bigger than someone else, you can take it upon yourself to find some sort of way to make the one smaller than you "suffer". Not in a bad way ( well, some times in a bad way) but really it's just life right?
Hmmmm......mom let me play with the hose which means in three year old land.." Hmmm...how can I put this cold hose water on my baby brother?"
The "innocent" one?
Maybe I can start by pretending to wash off Wyatt's slide...yeah, that will get the water closer to him..
Has no idea that is big brother is plotting to drench him..
Yup, there it is. That gleam in his eye. I ( and his sister) know to run for the hills when I see it...Wyatt has yet to learn this evasive tactic.
Wait, what? Could this be glee? Oh, noooooo! This could mean that they could one day conspire against me!
It turns out he likes 65 degree hose water...who knew?
Meanwhile, the snap peas keep on growin'...
Mostly because this sweet face has been watering them and talking to them on a daily basis..
Well, at least until she realized that she could control the hose now...."innocent", I think not!
xoxoxoxoxo
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