When your son calls you outside on a hot summers day, it could be because he wants to show you how many legs he’s pulled of a garden spider….or how he didn’t look where he was going and trod in something unpleasant….or then again, he might just want to take you by surprise so that he can completely and utterly saturate you…
Believe me, I didn’t have time to gasp! Being taller than dear son, it was the lower two thirds of me that got drenched first. But not to be the only one soaked to the skin, I sent Primadonna upstairs with a jug of water…I then dove into the house, distracted Wonderboy and drew him near to the back door…and then, just when he was least expecting it…Primadonna poured water over him from her bedroom window….dear son wasn’t a happy bunny.
I braved it outside once more -Wonderboy did say he would submit- but when I told him to put the gun down he started squirting it at me again…..I wrangled the supersoaker from dear son…. ‘ha-ha-ha’, thought I….
(yes, I am aware that I look like a complete and utter moron in the pic, but dear son was shaking his wet head defiantly in an attempt to splatter me even without the water gun in his grubby little hands)
But…and now let this be a lesson to all adults who dare to become embroiled in such a game of treachery and deceit… any success by the adult, in obtaining toy weapon from small, stubborn children will be shortlived.
Sure enough, the frustrated child will discover – via fair means or foul – a method of taking said item from your posession.
Beware too of over-enthusiastic children who may bop you accidentally on the forehead with said gun, forcing you to wobble indoors clutching head and groaning…while he, the victor, shrieks victoriously.
What are little boys made of? Snips and snails and puppy dogs tails, THAT’s what little boys are made of! Humph!